"Contact?" The eyebrows climb at an alarming rate. "Like physical contact? Or, or communication? I don't understand what - "

He breaks off, focus sharpening. Whatever's going on with Rashad in the metaphysical sense isn't making any sense. He feels like there should be an order to it, but it's so beyond him that he can't be sure. Whatever it is, it's fragmented and chaotic, and difficult to discern.

"Look, I'm not - I'm just asking," he begins delicately. "But I can tell you're - you're not quite - human. Right?"