Mag was desperate to make Evey feel better. If that meant tracking down a woman that she had never met or even knew existed, then that was what Mag would do. Mag was eager to set things straight, or as straight as they could be in this world, and apparently that couldn't happen without Leeloo, the woman with bright orange hair.
With a bit of coaxing, Mag finally got Evey to move her feet. Mag was patient, but it seemed they didn't have much time to waste lingering. Even Carlos seemed to know how dire the situation was, and the look on his face spoke more to Mag than his words had.
Mag had urged the small party onward, and once they'd reached the back of the building Mag had spotted a small tent constructed from what seemed to be a blanket. Mag released Evey's hand, approaching it. "Are you alright?"