[She can appreciate cutting straight to the necessary points, at least.]

Very little, unfortunately. Enough to sustain life, and use some small spells, but--nothing more.

[The corner of her mouth twitches, less a humourless grin and more a faint frown.]

It's not that much of a surprise, being a whole different world and all. Guess if they went to the trouble of bringing me here, there had to be some of it if they didn't want to change the entire physical makeup of my body.

[It reminds her of a conversation from what feels like forever ago, of holding hands with someone so he could confirm that she didn't have the same particles that fueled his magic. Remembers their discussions, of worlds different yet so very similar in their magic. And now that someone isn't even here. She can't show him the alterations to some of his spells that she perfected, they can't workshop new collaborations, nothing.

...It's just not fair. A sullenness abruptly casts a shadow over her willingess to chat about magic, that curve at her lips deepening into a full frown, as she decides to abruptly swerve topics.]

So, what do you normally do? I'd wager it's not shouldering some supposed responsibility for saving the world.