She takes the proffered hand. Her handshake is firmer than perhaps necessary. "Jude Duarte."

It's his second suggestion that makes her... well, not start, not quite. Still, there is a certain focused interest in the way she looks at him.

"I've met some, if that's what you mean," she confirms. She's learned by now that other worlds come in all kinds of shapes and configurations, but she's yet to find someone who's familiar with the kind of magic she knows. He doesn't look like a fey (and though looks can be deceiving, she's hard to fool). Was it just a lucky guess on his part?

"Have you ever heard of Faerie?"