Has he been living under a rock? She treats him to an incredulous stare of her own, but after a moment's consideration, she shrugs it off. His education isn't her responsibility, and she has more important things to do with her time. "If you've somehow made it this far without even the most rudimentary understanding of magic, that's... impressive," she says, straightening and brushing nonexistent dust off of her pants. "But it's not my problem. When I find the owner, I'll be sure to let them know that you were mucking about behind their counter and feeding their keys to my Quarkbeast."

And with that, she turns to take her leave.