She could tell there was magic in here the second she entered the building. Somewhere, another witch. As Nancy was hauled back into the cell, she kept her eyes open, only to have the source of the magic revealed to her. An older man. A beaten up older witch, actually, she assumed.

It was the start of a funny joke. A Midnight witch and a Daybreak witch are in jail. Though she had no way to tell that he was on the other side of Redbright, but she tended to assume everyone was Daybreak, until proven otherwise. Dark magic was illegal, after all.

"I suppose the other guy is in the hospital, then?" She quipped with the slight raise of an eyebrow as the cell closed behind her. "You look awful."