With a nod (it is that physical, and sometimes fascinating - her blood left traces of her magic in Ivan, it's like a sense memory echoing back to her), she says, "Often it's like meaningless white noise in the background, but as with anything..." Her shrug is elegant and eloquent; you pick out distinct parts as you get nearer the source. "Mostly I learn what it means by watching."

Patience is a virtue, and all that. (Provided what you're doing is virtuous, presumably.)

"Some people don't like to have their illusions recognized, though, so." Tact. She doesn't ask about everything she notices.