[There's no need to look in a mirror, not then. Instead, she picks up her teacup, catching her reflection there, in the shiny porcelain surface. She has to wonder if it's that obvious to everyone or if it's just a moment of the witch catching her off-guard. It isn't like she goes out of her way to broadcast it.]

No need for such things.

[time for a topic change.]

Ah, by the way, have you run into imouto-sama yet? I'm sure she'll be pleased to see you, given how fond of you she is.