[ When Claire laughs, the sound is rich and deep. It's the first time she has in a little while, she thinks. ]

I'm hoping. Magic isn't anything I'm familiar with. In fact, it can be dangerous to claim to be able to wield. I've never seen anything like this, let alone had the tools to learn.

[ She's turned to fully look at him, still smiling. Circling back, she agrees with his statement—things do seem to move too quickly. ]

I was sailing from Jamaica to Scotland; anyone used to a train, and a bullet train, at that, would find traveling by boat a snail's pace in comparison. Unless they aren't in a hurry and aren't prone to seasickness.

[ Smiling, and with another laugh, she extends her hand in greeting. ]

I'm Claire, an old dog.