[ There's a small, uncomfortable laugh. ] No, you're too late on that account. Nice to meet you as well. [ She's already stuck her foot in her mouth, made a poor impression on some people - she suspects Ennaris will be too polite to say it, but Hermione wouldn't be surprised if the young mage also judges her, nevermind that rude one. (She has yet to realise the rude one is the woman she told the full story of her scar to, later.)

Now she notices that Abella is holding onto books as well, and mentioned physics, and smiles. ] How about we don't talk about how capacious for fitting our foot our mouths are, and we talk about something else instead. You mentioned physics, can I ask what you remember from your...world?