She's definitely something, if that's how she responds. No what are you talking about or that's not how you talk to a person, just a question for a question. Fine, he can do it that way. It's not like he has much choice but to play along when she's got all the cards.

"I'm a brujo," he says. Slowly, cop-asking-for-his-ID slowly, Nova raises one empty hand and conjures an orb of light. It shouldn't be all that bright compared to the effort he's putting it, but it pulses faintly and Nova can feel warmth coming from it.