There was the slightest frown upon her face at that. She had been hoping for something more... replenishable than the limited items tucked in amid the cylinders of ammunition on her belt. Apparently at some point, she had come to regard Marjara's magic as something akin to a Swiss army knife. The utility had been very useful, but it was clear she hadn't thought that the kind of magic possessed reflected personality. But perhaps they could still make due.

"Can you at lease freeze water with it?" She looked up from her scope to glance at Marjara (though only the slight downward angle of her head gave that away) for confirmation or denial, but then her head and rifle snapped back up. "Protect your ears," was all the warning she gave before firing at the next couple of zombies. Widowmaker was used to the loud sound of Widow's Kiss, but the elf... not so much.