Doesn't feel like a long-term solution out here. [He glances up and around at the trees above him. There are more of those strange flowers growing nearby, though they smell a little less awful than the ones behind him. His eyes linger on them as he adds,] Someone should try to change that.

[It's a carefully phrased suggestion. He's still trying to pick and choose his words until he gets a better read on her. All he knows about this kid is that she's blind, from New York City and has powers — but they're not magical. She's helpful enough, even friendly, but that doesn't prove anything, does it? People can change very quickly. People can lie.]

How've you made it this far without fighting?