[Magic, real genuine actual magic doesn't exist in her vast empire. Therefore what this human doing must conform to the laws of physics somehow, she just can't... quite pin down how unless humans somehow have managed to steal the abilities of rubies and lazulis.

Maybe that's why she lingers here, hands folded, gaze measured and unblinking, to watch Strange go through his routine. The fire she could guess at, but the bird? Perhaps it was holography. So caught up is Blue in attempting to unravel his performance that she's still standing there when he finishes, still unmoving, brow furrowed slightly, expression thoughtful.

Until he speaks up, and suddenly she refocuses on the human and not what he'd been doing, blinking once in a distinctly owlish fashion.]

I apologize, I am not familiar with the customs of your people.

[Her humans were incredibly primitive and very happy for it, but he ... didn't really look like he'd ever fit in with the zoo, so something was likely very different.]

It was a very clever display, though I admit I'm not entirely sure how ... you were doing such things.