He glanced to her, frowning a little, starting to be more and more glad that he'd met this woman. A fellow magic-user, someone who knew what she was doing at least somewhat. Perhaps not in the Arenas, but out. If anyone was to ask him, knowing what you were doing outside of the Arena was just as important, if not moreso.

Draco wasn't quite as uncorrupted as her. He was, after all, a little rich boy, used to expensive vacations and his father's liquor cabinet; he caught a drink from a passing waitress, taking a sip before answering Glinda, "That's interesting. So these people shouldn't be too different, really.

"Where do we start, darling?"