Okay, so probably not an angel or, well, the Devil. Daniel relaxes minimally, but the casual alteration of reality still unnerves him. This guy is still probably two or three sigmas away from the mean, whoever he is, even if he looks physically human. And physical indication is hardly anything to go by.

"Sorry," Daniel mutters, now flicking his eyes over the lamppost and bench with a blend of curiosity and apprehension. "I had to check, I promise you. How did you -?" He waves inquisitively at the quite solid-looking manifestations. Aliyah's mindstate is the same darkened swirl of unease that his is, but their shared insistent curiosity is, as always, a much more influential force of nature.