[A blessing from the gods sounds similar to how many would describe Visions, a gift granting one power within an element - not quite magic, but close enough that he can see humans referring to it as such. Scaramouche wonders then if the woman is from Teyvat, but without a Vision or any kind of identifier that would tie her to a nation it's impossible to tell. He's talked to enough refugees to know Teyvat isn't the only world with such rules, there's plenty out there with various similarities in one area or another.

It's a question he could ask, but it's of no interest to him just how many in Nippon are from his world. The who was far more important and she wasn't anyone he recognized, the world she hailed from wasn't nearly a priority to ask.]

It's much the same where I'm from, though I don't see why anyone would want attention from the gods. Nothing good can come of it.

[Scaramouche has no love for gods, a fact that he's been more than happy to make known here, albeit if solely because he was living with one.

His free hand settles on his hip, listening as the woman expresses her interest in the magic here, how she's begun to learn it. He wonders what she's chosen to start with, or if she's someone that's decided to attempt everything at once.]

It is. I'm certain you'll pick it up in no time at all, plenty of spells are simple enough... are you learning for anything specific? Or simply because magic is finally available to you.