[He felt the brush of her magic but didn't return it. Touching another with one's mana was, for him, an incredibly intimate overture and while he understood different peoples behaved differently, it wasn't a concession he was willing to make. It would reveal too much.
One brow rose at the tone of her voice, but she evinced no other reaction. Solas was a man used to maintaining his composure except in the most exceptional of circumstances.] No? There are people here called mutants who are capable of great feats of what is, more or less, magic.
[He lifted his hand, stretched his fingers, and a curl of flame twisted briefly over his palm. Hardly any one around them reacted.]