[Magnus snaps his fingers, once - twice in front of this new refuge's line of vision it's the lift of his chest that clues him in to the inevitable bout of illness and he side-steps it, pushing the green material with the point of his shoe away from the mess just in case he had intentions of keeping it.]

I'm glad your lungs and... your stomach work. You're lucky you knew how to swim, cupcake. Is it all out, or should I find you something to keep handy?