[She does stop, though it looks to be more out of tense exasperation than fear. It only takes a moment for her to realise this is a projection of dark magic - she could do it too, if she concentrated - and she frowns and sidesteps it.]

How many times must I say it's none of your business before you realise I'm not going to discuss it with you?

[Looks like Jane's still planning on leaving. She adjusts her bag strap on her shoulder and walks past the shadow with her chin lifted defiantly.]

Caster, was it? I'll be sure to let Hypnos know to get in touch.