[ This probably isn't the weirdest confrontation Magilou has had on a doorstop in her life - that's what being a witch gets you - so when Mordred shows up, gives her spiel, and points in her face, Magilou just ends up smiling a coy smile that's more annoying than it should be.

"Nosy, loud, rude, childish, and belligerent." Those descriptors that Saber gave her are accurate enough that Magilou feels relatively comfortable making a stab in the dark about the identity of the person before her.

She leans forward right back. Just to be annoying. ]

Oho, the infamous Mordred, I presume. [ It's not really a question, though it's framed like one. ] Do I look like a dishonest witch? No enchantments, I assure you. Just a winning personality and a penchant for mischief.