What - He steps back a little as he spots a little spiderweb of light shining out on her skin. Her bee seems to scold her for it, but that's actually fantastic, like if she could do that more, she'd be a little beacon.

But it's not his place to suggest. It settles back down and she obviously doesn't want to talk about it. And he knows well enough what that's like.

Case in point. It's not that he's ashamed of what he does, far from it, it just usually involves a little more explanation than he'd like, especially with fellow users, especially since this one follows different rules entirely. But if it'll help push away whatever she's pushing, then he can deal.

"Well," he says, sucking air through his teeth. "It's kind of a long story, but the short answer is... trash."