"You're a sorcerer!" [Maybe not the most accurate term, but the reverence is still there. As is the wide eyed staring, and even a little bit of hand clasping in front of her chest. She barely remembers to take the paper scrap...Or realize where the not-sorcerer-priest-but-still-someone-of-high-caliber is pointing.]

"Y-yes! I mean...Yes, that's where it should be."

[...Remember to walk, M'gann. Not float, much as that's tempting to show off what she can do, too.]