Because how could any sort of war really be anything but heavy? Droll as Percy put it? Perhaps it was the life she had led, used to struggling to get by, to protecting her own, doing whatever it took. It was depressing, but Marguerite always managed to hold her head high and find the good, find a reason to keep living. One life, that was all they had. Why waste it? True here it seemed perhaps there were numerous chances at life but in the end, they had but one life. Even in darkness, they could find some good.
Not that she'd been doing so well at that between Jack's arrival throwing her back to reliving Percy's 'death' and then the ghosts and Chauvelin's constant taunts. The times when his ghost got physical before she got the salt circle set up. Things she'd need to explain but really didn't want to at the moment.
The one good thing was that while she had spent nearly three months thinking her husband dead, Marguerite had also learned her way around. She had adapted as she had back in England. As she always did. So she just nodded.
"It is to protect you, to keep you from being possessed by a demon... there are classes offered as well, to learn how to protect yourself as well as a camp for more detailed information which.. I do not know when I am slated to go, but I did sign up for."
She may be small and she may be female, something generally looked down upon in their time, where she was supposed to be demure and there but not really... but Marguerite was no damsel in distress. She would fight if she could and she would certainly learn to protect herself. She didn't have Armand here to look after, which was strange, but it was what it was.
"I have some red wine?"
As she offered the option of wine, the actress' gaze flickered to where Chauvelin's ghost was glowering before she returned her gaze to Percy. If she hadn't been fairly certain before, the fact that Percy wasn't being attacked did speak to the fact that the ghosts couldn't interact with others. That was a relief at least.