Ha, well, I found her there glaring at that vending machine. She saw me and called me over, and I said maybe it was a machine for the Captain or Davy Jones instead of for us. We discussed that a little, and then she got defensive over her houses -- her, uh, her lairs -- and we called Scott dumb, and she plans to get someone else to break that thing open.

[Magica is an interesting one, if terribly abrasive. Filbo isn't sure what to think about her]

So it probably is my fault she jumped to that conclusion.