She takes the cup with her hands, not her telekinesis. I'm from a plane we call the Material Plane. It has humans and a lot of other species of sapients too. I walked into the wrong classroom on the first day of term and fell into something some other students were doing. I assume they were wizards, that's one of the kinds of spellcaster on the Material Plane, but didn't have a chance to ask.
It didn't send me here, I went somewhere else and spent nearly two decades there and a lot of stuff happened and then they tried to send me back. They sent me back to the same place and same time I came from - so there was still a magical accident to fall into - and that landed me here.
My power isn't considered technically magic because magic that detects other magic doesn't register it, which is why it's called subtle arts, but that's a pretty academic distinction to most people.
I can - I don't have to and usually don't beyond talking to people and identifying who they are like I would by recognizing their faces, except at more range and through stuff, but I can - sense and interact with people's minds, and I was going to school for therapy and did a bit of practice in the world I was living in before since they didn't have any subtle artists and one who hadn't finished school was better than nothing. I'd at least landed with some textbooks.