Mary hadn't been ready for an apology - she hadn't met any witches who apologized for what they did. She also hadn't met any witches who looked like this woman did suddenly and Mary was conflicted. She took a breath and tried to re-hear what Sam had told her about people with magic here. She trusted her son - he was family - but it was still hard to change a upbringing of defensiveness.

"...No, I'm - sorry. I'm... from a different world where people who... do magic aren't nice people."