"...kind of? Not in the sense of, casting spells. That's my friend Scylla. But I hit harder, move faster, can take more hits before I'm down. That sort of thing." She casts an experienced and assessing eye over her bunkmate. He's about the size of a troll, and muscled like a professional, but...

"Assuming you don't have any hidden magic powers yourself or nothin', we'd be about evenly matched even with your arm replaced." She flicks her cigarette butt out the window. "And if I hadn't just gone and warned you to take me seriously, I'd beat you. Big guys never see me coming." It's not a brag, just a fact of life. You'd think her sheer smallness would be the hint they needed that something was up, but somehow it never works out that way.

"Oh! And there's 'ni-chan." She pats her metal arm. "Magic sword. Can't beat one of those."