There's very few things in life Lup can't or won't make light of, or light up, like with fire. One of the two. Not taking things seriously is a survival strategy, probably, or maybe she's also just an asshole. Maybe whoever brought them all here had a really unfortunate hankering.

"No shit?" she says, ears pitched at half-mast in a sort of lazy interest. "What's that, some kinda Disguise Self? A shitty Polymorph? Didn't know sharks had wizards." How do they wear the hats underwater, is what makes that implausible.