She raises an eyebrow a little at the part about Raleigh's costume, but it's definitely not her place anymore. Internally, she might feel a little uncomfortable, and she quickly shifts her gaze to her beer for something else to focus on, but she keeps her mouth shut. It doesn't take much to shove the feeling away - there are more important things at hand, and when she looks back at him she's pretty sure her composure is well in tact.

Various people seem to have the same reports about Raleigh at this stage, and nobody seems to think it's like her. At least she feels justified in that fact, that she wasn't just making something out of nothing. "Je ne sais pas," she starts, shaking her head. She doesn't want to believe it's magic. "Magic, peut être."