"Glad I have your esteemed approval," she quipped in response to the comment. So, someone she knew then. That was good. Not that she had anything against strangers, but given that she was running patrols alone tonight, she wasn't super keen on meeting a stranger tonight.
Not that she couldn't defend herself against most things. That wasn't the real worry. The real worry was her mouth and extreme lack of filters. She was, she decided, going to be that 80 year old lady who just said everything that came to mind while sitting on her porch and watching the world go by. And practice made perfect, so ...
"What're you up to?" She added as she glanced to the barrier. Most everyone on the island could sense it in some way, but she could actually see it, the way the magic latticed and overlapped. She could see who'd patched what spots based just on the color and pattern of the magic.
There were, she thought, way too many patches ... and she wondered if she could get anyone to agree to a complete rebuild. There was a lot of risk in that though, but maybe she'd trot it by her dad at some point. Reaching out, she trailed her fingers along the barrier, pushing a little pulse of energy into it and watching as the threads of her magic traced along it, expanding over the weaker spots.