[ Nod nod... sounds about like what he considers magic, too. Kurapika settles back into his seat, mulling over how much he should actually open up to this woman; as hard as it is to accept, it's obvious everyone on this train is from some different iteration of "the world" at large, if what she's saying is true. That's the only explanation for such difference in their experiences... and the idea isn't unimaginable to him, considering the whole. Magical train appearing from nowhere, and being currently on the way to a hashtag never before seen other world at his current canon point. He tilts his head a fraction. It can't be that dangerous to say a little, her earnestness and otherworldliness considered. ]

Then, you might consider what I do magic. [ He does conjure things out of thin air... but not lasers. ] Even so, it's not anything close to summoning fire or water, I'm afraid.

[ His eyes meander over to the door at the other end of the car. ]

If what lies ahead is dangerous, you'll see it soon enough.