Mac's eyebrows went up to his hair line when the smaller man gripped his wand. "Did I... say something?" His hands instinctively went defensive, splayed wide in front of him, but he didn't overtly indicate the wand. "You're not interrupting," he explained.
Cormac smiled, "It's nice seeing someone out here, to be honest, usually when I run I'm just stuck in my head the whole time until I can get home and put the wireless on. I hate listening to my own thoughts most of the time," he shrugged.