Seeing people stealing food on the sly and scarfing it down as quickly as they can was no strange sight to Magnus back home, and it's no strange sight to him now either. He watches from the wall, one foot braced against it and arms crossed. He's not subtle - he towers above most others here at a hefty 6'5" and his hair and scars don't help his case - but with his hood on he manages to stay still enough to evade most interest.

At least until he shows interest in someone else instead. He moves to stand beside Clarissa with surprising subtlety, arms still crossed. "Can't survive on hot dogs alone for long," he notes. "Tasty, but it'll curdle your insides. Trust me, I've tried."