The smoke cleared leaving Mal in a very dramatic dress, holding her spell book, her knapsack at her feet.

She stared down at her own pale arms in shock. What the Dalmatians had just happened? She looked up at him and there was a look of horror on her face for a split second before she tried to look tough and uncaring again. And the mask might have been effective... to anyone who hadn't just seen what genuine emotion looked like on her face.

She was in full panic mode, even as she lifted her chin and tried to look haughty, like she was daring him to say anything.