China had shrugged off Zatanna's apology. In her opinion if a rare book did not have at least a thin layer of dust on it then it should dare not call itself a rarity. If it had been clean down to the leathers of it's spine, she may have had cause for suspicion. As it was, China was happy with the arcane tome she now had floating by her.

What peaked her curiosity was how Zatanna believed herself from another world, another reality perhaps. Parallel universes did seem nothing more than comic book lore, but it was still a high scientific possibility. The whole scenario seemed oddly familiar, but being one who disbelieved in deja vu, she shrugged it off as nothing. 'I do know of the vaudeville era, darling. I'm a couple hundred years old give or take, I know I wear it well,' she added with a dismissive, joking air, bordering on sarcasm. 'Well, aren't you altruistic. Regardless it is comforting to know you have adopted this style to do your father proud. But do be careful, women wearing more than you have had dangerous encounters with more of the mentally irresolute students.'

There seemed great promise for loyalty in Zatanna Zatara. 'Secondly, what magical discipline are you?' So far she knew that Zatanna did believe them to be from two separate earths, so feeling slightly annoyed that she would have to elucidate, she continued a little exasperatedly. 'What I mean is, for example: I am an Adept. I have chosen to magically imbue my skin with tattoos that, when touched, will grant me certain abilities. Not to mention the enchantment I have placed on my skin to enthrall anyone who lays eyes on me. Which has been suppressed some,' she muttered, 'So what form does you magic entail?'