Kora is possessed both of complete apathy toward the trivial romantic relationships fostered by lesser Traditions and even more toward whatever insipid reasons Livvie has for her attitude problem; she ignores the other girl entirely except for a bland, lazily drawled: "Hermetic, actually."
Just in case she actually thought Hermite was correct terminology.
"Up, then. You're a good shot?" This is to Virgil, with Kora's eyebrows raised. She is a tiny thing, maybe five feet tall, expensively dressed, and her accent is vaguely Greek in origin. She is reasonably certain her brother is going to be extremely upset with her for being present for this - he's not an Archmage yet, no, but he is a Master of their craft at the 8th degree, and while Kora is considered capable of reaching his level one day, he's still the boss. And she's still annoyed by it, much like this situation. Zombies. She understands the appeal of voudou, certainly, but this is a different force, though notably unlike the magic she used before in terms of Spheres.