...That is indeed worth knowing, yes. Though when you don't even properly have a species, how do you know what's a superpower? Maybe the lesson is he had the power inside all along. Alternately, maybe nothing happened and he just got dumped through the rift in his sleep like yesterday's trash. He certainly knows which of those options sounds most likely at the moment.

"Well, if anything along those lines crops up I'll be sure to let you know." That's a lie. He's still frowning in considerable consternation. "What if you did 'turn me in'?" Which group would she even have signed on with, is she likely to have cared in the first place? He certainly isn't. And what exactly does Manhattan entail, how big's his enclosure at the zoo, so to speak? Notably he has yet to consider asking when it is, having only established where under some duress. Whenever it is, it's cold. He shudders rather deliberately, not unlike a bird rearranging its feathers for better insulation.