[Since Quentin also got his hair shaven, he can kind of guess what her instinct there is to do, since he often does it himself. He used to have long hair in part so he could hide behind it, like the wallflower he's tried so hard to stop being, but it's been shorter for awhile now. He isn't going to bring attention to it; it sucks to have so many things taken out of their control. He crosses his arms against his chest and pushes past his natural discomfort to focus on her.]
Um. [His eyes dart to the side and then back at her. Technically magic's supposed to be not real where he's from, they have that whole secret society thing going, but he has no intention of bothering with it here. He's way past giving a shit about the nuances of his timeline.] I'm a magician, a magic user. Or I was.
[He sighs and twitches his fingers.] It's gone, I can't use it. I've been trying since I got here.
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Um. [His eyes dart to the side and then back at her. Technically magic's supposed to be not real where he's from, they have that whole secret society thing going, but he has no intention of bothering with it here. He's way past giving a shit about the nuances of his timeline.] I'm a magician, a magic user. Or I was.
[He sighs and twitches his fingers.] It's gone, I can't use it. I've been trying since I got here.