The urge to sing was almost over-whelming. She missed that part of her life terribly as it was all she had ever really known. The stage had often given her solace, despite it being included as a part of her prison. The lights, the props, the costumes....all of those things had been factors in her imprisonment and despite the lush apartment she'd been given (as well as anything her heart really desired save for company) she had been offered a second chance by ending up here. Her sight was the one thing she'd been willing to give up in order to be free, and here she was...missing the prision during the freedom.
She didn't sing because she didn't want to disturb anyone around her in the apartments or on the street. She didn't suppose they had any sort of stages around this place, but she would never let anyone see how terribly her heart yearned for the lights and the marquee.
The future glimpse, which she had come to the conclusion that it was just that, had frightened her. She had managed to escape the Repo man by coming here which meant she had extended her life. However it seemed her eyes were doomed to fail her. She enjoyed her sight and had been ready to give it up to prove her point, but now....now she needed to see. And she wasn't getting any younger.
When the knock came to the door, Mag turned from the window she had been staring blankly at as her thoughts had taken over her mind. Glad for the rescue, she walked over to the door and unlocked it (having promised Carlos she would lock her door for her own saftey), opening the door up.
She smiled bright as Carlos appeared, and her eyes took a moment to cast a glance at the bags he had in his arms before she lifted her own limbs towards them, "Can I help you with those?" She was glad he had come to see her. He was another thing she yearned for. His company. Any company, but his moreso than most.