Mag stepped lightly, walking along as she knew how. Despite the heels of her boots the diva walked tall, shoulders back and her chin upwards as her eyes slid from side to side as she absorbed everything that she could. Potential danger had taken a backseat for the moment as she studied, looking for any clue to hint where she had ended up. This obviously was not the stage, nor was it familiar.
She only ceased walking when the woman's voice wafted into her ears like a small wind, causing the diva's head to tilt in that direction. Mag's eyes brightened, illuminated and swirled as she soaked the other in and it was that moment the diva offered the woman a knowing, but not-unkind smile, "I know. But unfortunately the circumstances have left me a little more vulnerable than usual." Once more Mag's eyes swept the streets, recording everything, before they once more stilled on the woman. Mag saw no signs of the Repo! Man, which was good. He would have found her already if he was there in the shadows.
"My name is Magdelene Defoe," the singer breathed, watching the woman patiently, "Would you happen to know how I arrived here? And, perhaps where here is?" What was this place called? Why had she been brought here? Obviously with some intention otherwise it just didn't make any sense. But the questions and potential answers eased her some, but only a little bit.