"Of course," Daine replies, taking in how weary Martin looks and giving his arm a sympathetic pat in passing. His friend -- John -- is sitting a little ways off, back stiff and straight and eyeing her warily, which she supposes she can't blame him for. It's a fair strange way to meet someone.

But manners are manners, and once Daine has set down her bag and settled herself on the floor a polite meter or so away, she nods to him. "It's nice to meet you, John." He glances from her to Martin, then echoes the nod uncertainly. Daine offers him a faint smile, then adds, "At least Magnus had the decency to turn you into a handsome cat. Though I s'pose that's a small mercy, all things considered."

John blinks, ears swiveling back uncertainly, and she sees a little of the tension leave his shoulders. Probably just thanks to bewilderment, but it's better than nothing. "I've got my magic locked down right now," she carefully explains, "because I'm not sure what it'll feel like, to you. You're not a proper cat, after all. But we might still be able to work something out, if you don't mind being patient with me."

After John considers her offer and nods again, she turns to look at Martin. "I couldn't trouble you for some tea, could I?" she asks. "Only I could use a bit of a boost." More to the point, she thinks this initial, fiddly stuff might be easier if Martin isn't hovering like a mother hen.