"A brujo," she corrects herself carefully, not sure what it means but understanding enough to know it's an important distinction to him, and one that she has no experience with and shouldn't argue about. It does, though, occur to Blue that she would have no idea how to repeat that same sentence in Spanish.

She can almost see the gears turning in his head, and she reaches to touch the edges of the light. Her smirk curls upward.

"I don't know you enough yet to know if you're weird shit," she says. "Probably not the weirdest, I can tell you that much."