Well. As embarrassing as that was, it could have been worse. Obviously. Brock does not really make it a habit to go around throwing projectiles at women, so he's glad that she... stopped it? Somehow?

He's a little in the dark about that, to be honest.

"Right," he says, watching her with what can only be described as a bug-eyed expression, though he's doing his best to not overreact. He's met magic people before. It's not really a big deal.

He holds his hands out for the scissors, perhaps a little foolishly confident that she's not going to stab him. "So... magic, huh?"