[ With such an innocent sentence, he's immediately endeared himself to her. For years, she's had people telling her she's a monster, an abomination, a weapon against the human race. And here he is, completely out of his depth but still accepting her as she is. She can't help the range of emotions that play across her face, from confusion and shock to hope and heartache.

It takes her a moment to visibly collect herself before she can answer. ]

It depends on the intention. If I was, say, shaking the entire room, that's not localized to any one area and it's a little easier on my body. But it's also a lot harder to control. [ She looks around for a second, noticing a book that's been left on the nearby coffee table. Lifting her right hand, she sends a tiny burst toward it and the book slides off the table to skid across the floor a few times. ] Something like that is controlled and focused in my arms.

[ Crossing her arms, she debates for all of two seconds before continuing to dive in. He's earned that from her. ] Usually I would wear specially designed gauntlets to help focus my power and divert the vibrations from my own body, but I wasn't wearing them when I was brought here.