[Seeing someone react negatively to magic is the least surprising thing that day. Were Jade back in her homeland of Nehrim, and suddenly awoke with magic as she did on Enderal, she'd have very likely been burned at the stake. Though the people of this country are more accepting, there's still plenty of doubt and fear among the simpler folk.

[Kainé does not strike her as a simple person, however. And the mention of "Shade" only serves to confuse Jade even more, as she rattles her brain trying to place it in the category of something familiar. She's ready to hurl a spike of ice at the other woman the second she seems poised to attack...

[Then her tune changes.

[Still not lowering her hands from her sides, Jade does give pause. She squints, brows furrowed. Her eyes dart around Kainé, unable to visibly perceive the unknown party with the voice she so badly would prefer to put a spike in instead.]

My name is Jade, not "Honey-Cheeks", asshole.

[Typically she is endeared to nicknames. This one makes her skin crawl, though. Maybe because it's in the same vein as "Sunshine" for this woman, which makes Jade all the more loathe to repeat it.]

So if he's a... Shade, then what the heck does that make you? You're sure as fuck no Phasmalist.

[Jade's pretty sure she would be able to feel it if she were. Not to mention this aura is quite... otherworldly, in very much the most literal sense.]