She doesn't startle when she's addressed. Her gaze lingers on the pupil—not hers, but… they certainly feel like hers; it's difficult to shed the teacher from her skin, much like a snake, even though these people are not Grisha—before she turns to the woman beside her.
"Are you familiar with magic?" 'Magic' is such a foul word for what she can do, but Zoya suspects it's easier to describe her abilities in such a manner. The confused, almost amused, looks she got from those in Thorne when she mentioned 'Grisha' had been frustrating at best.
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"Are you familiar with magic?" 'Magic' is such a foul word for what she can do, but Zoya suspects it's easier to describe her abilities in such a manner. The confused, almost amused, looks she got from those in Thorne when she mentioned 'Grisha' had been frustrating at best.