[ And the understanding filters in right then, joking-distracted countenance fading out to be replaced with something empathetic.

He shuts her fridge. Stuffs his notebook back into his pocket. ]

You realize how much ass you kick here, though, right?

[ With an absolute earnestness that suggests it isn't just a platitude. ]

I mean-- holy shit, you phased through a bat the size of a fucking volkswagen and you electrocuted it unconscious.

[ Volkswagen is a little bit of an overstatement, maybe, but still. ]

You could literally run straight through somebody, their powers wouldn't even fucking touch you, no guns, no bullets, just you ghosting on through them lighting them up with like two hundred volts.