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Xander is touching up her outfit - he has shoe ideas, something he saw on In Skirts he wants to riff on - when the snake appears.
He sees it first because she can't see anything around her while in starscape. He pushes her out of the way - she doesn't realize what's going on in time to abort the reflex action of stopping herself on the way down - can't switch targets fast enough to stop the snake, when she notices it, to stop it from going on to eat her after it's already gotten him.
Then -
"What a pity you aren't magically capable of determining that literally nobody in the entire universe is attractive, Xander, poor you."
"Gay is a neutral-to-pejorative term derived from an archaic word meaning 'happy', for people who are exclusively attracted to members of their own sex but it has bleedthrough to nonexclusive cases. I'm gay, informally, but the technical term for me is actually 'thaumosexual', since I'm not attracted to nonmagical girls, only to other magical girls - that's something that happens when we accept magic, I was straight before."
"Is the opposite of exclusive attraction to one's own sex non-exclusive attraction or is it exclusive attraction to sexes not one's own?"
"We'd generally phrase it as exclusive attraction to the opposite sex. Both sexes is bisexual, I don't think it's the opposite of anything."
And they arrive at an imposing, cool stone building in a big courtyard lined with food trucks and full of people. The guards escort them in.
"The Lord of the Radch will see you when his current audience concludes," the tablet translates for the guards.
"I'm just making my best guesses," says the tablet defensively. "The Lord of the Radch resembles you more closely than Isabella."
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