Gela forgot that she had food. When her attention finally goes to it she pushes the bowl sideways with her fingertips; she doesn't want it any more. She presumes he wants her to try to talk with other people who are mages and hide it, or don't hide it as the case may be. Lying, to all of those people... Her stomach turns over.

She won't run though. Gela doesn't know if she could begin to make herself do that, she feels inexorably tied to Riftwatch and her business.

A slow nod. She asks to have him speak to her, and then she doesn't have to talk back or think of good words through her churning brain. "What Circle did you come here from?"