"I suppose not," she agrees. "Still, I'm sorry to have startled you." She can tell she did, from the sharpness of his reflexes, the quick twist of muscles that pulled him round to face her.

He's got an interesting look about him, she thinks, catching what seem to be tattoos poking out from the neckline of his shirt and climbing up his neck to his face. Corsina only knows what she was taught about magic in the Circle, mostly, and the lyrium branding isn't familiar to her. It hardly matters now, regardless.

"I've just got here. I have to say it's a little disorienting," she admits, and almost laughs at how vast an understatement that is.