"[color=#BE81F7]We are literally,[/color]" Mary paused for emphasis, "[color=#BE81F7]Like, [i]literally[/i] literally, like, literally I'm using the word literally by it's [i]Oxford friggin' dictionary definition[/i] literally...[/color]" She stepped into the focus of the cluster of a group.

"[color=#BE81F7]LITERALLY.[/color]" For the moment, all of her attention was on Maxwell, "[color=#BE81F7]We are [i]literally[/i] in a magic treehouse. This isn't some red neck's backwood shack, dude. We're [i]literally[/i] in a magical home made from a tree-- [i]not[/i] hollowed out! With a couch somehow perfectly formed, plants that shouldn't exist and like,[/color]" She pointed to the ethereal glow of the orange flames the vines had been continually producing, "[color=#BE81F7][i]Those[/i].[/color]" 

She sighed, slightly surprised how intensely she had come to defend their 'Leader' "[color=#BE81F7]What's more concrete than that? We're here-- we [i]see[/i] the magic house, and based on the shit Fox McCloud was growing... just... I can assure you on the sinister shit front. Something worth looking into happened here. I'm talking mind control shit-- coma, brain damage... poison that can make you sleep to death...[/color]"

She pointed a finger at Jackson, "[color=#BE81F7]It honestly might do this guy some good though![/color]" She didn't catch her rising voice until it was too late-- it was still well under room temperature, but the sudden volume shift stemming from frustration... very un-[i]Mary[/i]-like, Mary.

"[color=#BE81F7]Seriously though, man. Chill the fuck out, okay?[/color]" She held the vial between two fingers, displaying it to Jackson, "[color=#BE81F7]Do you see this? It's a fucking potion? I didn't even know potions were a thing anymore, and like...[/color]" Casual serenity. Closing her eyes, Mary focused for several seconds on recapturing that feeling, that warmth, that she had felt several minutes prior. The lilac glow surrounded her hands, "[color=#BE81F7]We can just [i]make[/i] them! Kanoa just taught me how, like just now! It was... um... nevermind! Point is, she'll get around to the other stuff, but you need to give her time.[/color]" Mary paused, "[color=#BE81F7]She's kind of a weirdo, and social interactions are hard-- I think most of us can agree with that,[/color]" She shifted her glance to Orion, "[color=#BE81F7]Well, except Orion. He just has awful tastes in music,[/color]" facing Jackson and the group at large, she continued, "[color=#BE81F7]Still, I don't know. I think we've got some moral responsibility, y'know?[/color]" She tilted her head, "[color=#BE81F7]Jackson, is your schizophrenic demon being a dick? Tell it to check it's privilege and chill.[/color]"

From the murky, smokey bogs of her mind, Mary could hear a distinct Latin chattering of a man and a woman and... cackles? Were they laughing at her?

[i]Shut up![/i]