She nodded, almost beaming at him, her eyes lighting up once more, swirling merrily as she looked at Carlos, "Yes! I help them when I can. It's a good way to stay on top of what's happening in the city and with the people." She explained. She had been struggling with how she fit into this world, and she had finally found a way to help and be appreciated. It was nice helping others that needed it.
"I think so too. I think if everyone took the chance to help them, maybe this city can look again like it once was in good time."
When he asked if she had met the locals, she nodded, "yes! In fact the beam bag you were sitting in before we left the cafe was the usual spot of a man named Maurice. His wife is buried in the cemetery here." She explained, before projecting a small image of Maurice for Carlos to see, so he knew what the man looked like. The image faded after a moment, and Mag was simply radiant. She adored Maurice.