"All right." That must mean that whoever else is here must have been displaced as well. "Where are you from, if I may ask?" She smiles at his gesture, deciding that she likes him, even though they just met. It feels safe enough to admit that; he seems friendly, and a little friendliness is more than welcome. Elsa doesn't usually blush, but there might be just the barest hint of something pink creeping onto her cheeks. "Well- I think that it's safe to say that I don't often meet tall dashing mysterious..." What was that word he used? "Men in trenchcoats."

But then she raises an eyebrow because now that she's thinking about it, he is rather mysterious, and he's a stranger besides. "I'm not in the habit of speaking to those sorts of people either." Meaning she intends to be a little wary going forward, as she should have been from the start.

"That's it? That's your explanation?" He doesn't owe her one, but "magic" could mean a lot of things.

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that. Not that I suppose you would, but I assure you, my head will not be spinning either now or in a day or two." And if it is, it won't be because of little magic tricks. or so she says