[ Her eyes narrow briefly at Merrill. Don't be dissin her magic, man. But then she looks to Zevran, not caring that he won't appreciate the change in glance, and flicks her hair back over one shoulder. ]

Obviously it feels strange to her, we're from different worlds. I'd be more surprised if she recognized it.

[ definitely isn't dragon magic, nosiree.

oh, right, also, slightly belatedly: ] And it isn't cursed.