a little faster this time
[She aborts the motion and remains standing where she is, however (if with her hands protectively clasped over her chest). Come on, he wasn't going to slam right into you.]
Thank you. [She only averts her eyes for as long as it takes to nod her thanks, and she smiles again. Does she notice the way he's looking at her rather than everything else? Yes, but-- it's better not to acknowledge that subtext. Complimenting her, complimenting her magic... it's the same thing, anyway.]
This, it's... [vaguely gestures to indicate- everything] real.
[These aesthetics, her using her magic, her... This is who she is; welcome to the real her, etc.]