Magnus nodded at her assessment of the island and murmured some agreement about the unfortunate nature of the heat. The price of paradise. At her remark about his appearance he merely smiled and did not bother to deign her with a response. Losing forty years from one's age was quite a bit different from getting a haircut.
As for her question, he really had no idea. He sat back in his chair and considered the question and the girl for a few silent moments. There were circumstances, certainly, in which she could be an asset. "What would you like to do?" he asked her, curious.