Him and so many others. At this point she just assumes most of these people are nonmagical - it seems like the ones who are tend to be the exceptions, not the rule. It's always good news, now that she has accepted that it seems to be the way of so many material planes. It only means advantages for her and her kind.

She seems to relax, though, whether due to the comment or his apology or both. The cause isn't clear but she looks out at the water again, then folds the paper she was writing on into quarters and slips it into her coat to keep it dry. "Lance. I've heard your name before, come to think of it. You work at the clinic, is that right? One of the healers there?" Or doctors, whatever it is they call themselves. She's not sure the distinction matters.