A very unexpected and altogether very large interruption. Lex leaned back defensively with one arm against the railing, looking, up, up, up at the intruder to their conversation. She really wasn't able to afford the man with any kind of accurate assessment of character, other than perhaps some rank of inebriated and uncivilized, and so could do little but wonder if she needed to cast some kind of spell in defense of herself. Of course, Peony greatly outranked her in magical experience, but the thought lingered. She moved closer to the other woman very slightly.
"This is a very reliable use of magicite," she replied up to him, feeling both worried and insolent. "I'll have you know I've done this before." Granted she was ridiculously tiny and outmatched in this circumstance, but it didn't stop her from attempting to make an argument in defense of her (rather well thought out, thank you) scheme for the evening.