He sounds nonchalant, and Blue can't quite decide if it's defensiveness, not wanting to talk about it, or just finding that sort of thing normal.

"What am I," Blue says, with a slightly affronted tone. The question sounds offensive. But she should have expected this, really, this thing she suspects he's asking. No one in her life, much less here, is normal. A boy with cheekbones and eerie tattoos and pretty eyes and a vaguely annoying attitude is sure as hell not going to be, in her experience. But she doesn't love advertising her powers to strangers: it seems like a quick shortcut to being used. The grand majority of people don't quite know why they feel what they do around her, or it's not strong enough to notice unless she's trying.

"What are you, wandering into other dimensions?"