She steps carefully over the sharpie marks, not wanting to accidentally smudge the lines and throw the woman into another fit. But. She can only guess this is some sort of attempted magic that's apparently not working.

"Hey," she gently warns of her approach. "You're... do you need some water?" She's holding a cup that she filled up from the buffet just moments earlier after witnessing a rather disturbing scene. With all that screaming she can only imagine the woman's throat is sore.