[Mulan blinks at the text. Though she could probably figure out how to respond in kind if she cared to, right now she doesn't have the patience.

Oh, and Jack? She can totally see you. Believing in magic and the like isn't even a thing you think about, where she comes from. It's like believing in the sun. Of course it's real: it's there, and you see it all the time.]

Forgive me if I sounded like I was trying to provoke a fight. But considering I was the one trespassed upon in bringing me here, I feel it's only right I be given answers.

...Your hair is white. Yet you have the face of a youth. What are you? Sorcerer, or something else?