Hawke waits and considers a moment. "There's a lot of you from there, yeah? That's the world? I know there's one that has cities like that and some magical folks." She grimaces. "Sorry, you don't call it magic, if I remember right. Some other word that basically means the same thing, being able to do extraordinary things other people can't." It's not that she minds the lingo is different, it's just that hearing magic seems to confuse some people, when they were on some bizarre island in the middle of no where. That's a bit odder than magic.

"My sister's a mage. I, alas, am but a humble human." With advanced fighting skills and extraordinary marskmanship. She's been trying very hard not to bring up killing things with strangers. Not everyone's as comfortable with the violent stories as she is. "What about you, Matthew? Any magic or ... whatever you lot call it?"