The news came as a shock to her but it explained the absence of the youth from the great hallways. Her eyes had widened some, but she didn't move to ask of the fate of the young pianist. Nor did she reach out to Erik in effort to console him. There was emotion there, perhaps clouded by the gin, but he was not outright grieving for his friend. "I'm sorry to hear that," Mag offered. The sincerity was there. While she didn't always enjoy Hannibal's company, she knew him to be sharp and fierce.
All of her debt had been paid but the severance of anything else was welcomed, though unnecessary. She had done her part in the plan and had not left because she could not abandon the girl.
"Thank you," Mag replied softly, and then nodded to the offer of the drink. "That sounds lovely."