[Amelia instinctively takes a step back understandably wary of the larger man. There's something about his presence that is extremely intimidating. Not just as in, he looks like he could wrestle a bear and win, but his forwardness is also off putting, especially to someone like her.]

I'm... Mage? Well, yes. [C'mon Amelia, clear your head, remember, different worlds, different terminology. She gestures with one hand, while the other has a tight grip on her novel as if it's mentally and physically supporting her. She still looks frazzled due to her glasses remaining lopsided on her nose.]

Yes and no. Witch. I mean, I am a witch. I can cast a variety of magic arts, but that's neither here nor there.

And I'm not sure why you needed to nearly run me over with a chariot to ask.