[She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. Locke, you are not very good at listening.

Stop struggling.

[She rose to her feet, stepping forward to grab his hair, forcing him to look up at her.]

Are you a member of the resistance? You don't look like you're from Vector. I may not remember how I got here, but I wasn't born yesterday. Tell me what's going on. What did you do to my magic?

[The calm tone of her voice broke at the last part, and she sounded worried, confused and maybe a little scared. Even if she wasn't born with magic, it's been a part of her for as long as she could remember and it was just... gone. She'd been silenced before, or run out of magical energy but this was different.]