Meja laughs quietly, grinning as she blows out some fragments on the rune she's currently working on. It's really a lucky thing that the place is in bad shape; she has plenty of fodder for her experiments.

She hasn't, yet, taken to marking the walls directly. Though perhaps in time, she won't feel so bad about it. Strange, to feel the need to be polite when one is kidnapped. But Meja's manners have been well-ingrained into her.

"You certainly did. Hei hei, Garrett. How are you?"