His wine glass is still empty. "Bar," he says, tapping the countertop.
It's probably not the best idea to keep drinking; he'll end up doing something stupid. He sips at the wine anyway.
"Mine in particular? I haven't learned much yet but I can do this." Her hair abruptly changes color; now it is pink.
"No." Her hair goes black again. "I have total control over all the colors on my person, and I've also fixed a clumsiness problem I had. But I'm a beginner automancer. Later I'll be immortal and able to fly and so on."
"Immortality," Evra mutters. He scribbles automancy in his notes, and asks, "Do you just think, and it happens?"
"I have to know what I'm doing, but I've got colors down now so I can do it really fast." Her eyes turn solid black, then gold, then back to normal. "Automancy is the art of changing oneself. When you know an aspect of it's sort of like moving a limb - you could still be better or worse at playing the flute but that's not because some of your fingers are paralyzed or anything."
"That's... interesting. All of our magic deals with externalities," Evra says. "We can't change ourselves, only our surroundings."