Mag sat up straight quickly, having not realized that somebody was approaching her. She stretched out her legs quickly and then scrambled to stand up, brushing herself off rather unsuccessfully. She was sure she looked like hell, because her hair was dirty and matted and she probably had dirt on her face and she hadn't washed her clothes for months, which would be especially obvious because everyone and everything here was so clean and put together.
"Yeah, I am." She said, brushing her hair out of her face. "And you're Lee, right?"