"You're told, huh?" Something about that phrasing struck Harry as odd, enough to get him to move closer, gazing somewhere around Nida's nose. He didn't want to meet his eyes, to be sucked into a soul gaze, without knowing what it was about Nida that made him register as such a powerhouse, and he didn't want Nida to get a measure of him, either. He offered a hand in greeting, though, prepared to reach out his senses with the physical touch.

"Yeah, wizards tend to have a presence; comes with the territory."