( Mercy can't help a small laugh at that, something she tries to stifle as it leaves an absinthal taste in her mouth, while she's thinking something like, you have no idea what I've seen people do. The nefarious uses of her technology were inevitable, but that doesn't make the insult to her intentions sting any less. )

Nothing magic about it. It was just dedication to helping the best I can.

( She notes the use of the word humans, just as she noted the shape of his ears, his nose, and several other points of interest in his physiology. When he says Elvhen she hears elven. It doesn't occur to her that he means anything more specific than the race of elfs that come from whatever world he is from. There's a lot of context for which there is no time.

As such, she just listens for now, her head tilted, her attention as devoted as it can be when part of her mind is already scanning the skies for the next wave being sent their way. )

How about I hold onto that favour for a bit later? I would like to speak more at you length about magic and the elven. Perhaps there is something I can learn to help me understand how to help people here better. I find myself completely out of my depth when it comes to conjuring fire and willing wounds away. ( Her shifts her staff, and then remembers something else. ) Do you have any supplies on you?