At this point, there's little for her to be reserved about as far as her abilities are concerned. He's already seen the part that she tends not to share with those she's just met; everything else is rather mild in comparison.

"Wild magic," she says with an encouraging nod. "That's what it's called back home. It gives me a connection with animals, so I can take their shape and talk to them. I can heal them if they're sick or injured, too." Anticipating the next question, she adds, "None of it works with humans, though, or any of the aliens I've met who look human. But it works with the animals in Manhattan, so wild magic must stretch across more realms than just my own."

Thank all the listening gods for that. She'd've gone mad by now if none of the animals on the island responded to her. Like being a ghost, or something.