[ Annie's thoughtful noise leaves him some time to think. Just a little, but the mind works through problems and ideas faster than anything else.

He tilts his head, continuing to listen to what she has behind the mental curtain. The slow stirring of that thing; it feels like it's still clinging, a phantom touch. When she speaks up again, he meets her gaze, attention wholly there. ]

I'll let you in on a secret, Annie. I'm not entirely human either. Arguably, I'm not at all, but that's still a theoretical where I'm from.

[ November doesn't seem bothered by any of this. ]

Obviously, I'm not skilled at this, but I could show you, if you like.