Magne is quiet for a long moment, her eyes down on the skirt she's been distracting herself with, a small frown on her face as she thinks, and manages to think herself into a bit of a spiral.

Not one to be deterred by consternation or confusion over a situation, she straightens up, and plants her hands back on her hips. "There doesn't seem to be much by way of work I'm fit for here or I would offer whatever I make from that for to finally have a decent wardrobe. Walking around in m pajamas isn't exactly what I'd call a particularly professional look."