Through the course of her rant Magnus was silent. Best to let her get it all out. The young lady obviously had issues. So much the better for Magnus to exploit them. When she returned he had a cup of tea to hand her and he pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and beckoned for her to have a seat. "How old are you, Miss Dane?" he asked as he took the seat across from her, leaning back casually and taking a sip from his own cup of tea.