He shakes it off quickly, a shudder running up his spine. That's the second time that's happened and he's still not quite used to the feeling. Torn between being glad of a little more information and irritated that another of those echoes have been prompted, he toys with the edge of his sketchbook for a moment.

"Fuck, I hope not. I saw a kid not long ago with wings and it looked like he was havin' all hells of problems with 'em." As you might expect, really.

"If I did have them, I would've thought that would trigger them, if nothin' else would, but all I got was this."