[Is it sad? Some of the reflexive good humor in his expression fades by a degree; his fingers shift absently across the keyboard under them.]

I mean I guess. But I can't be here very long anyway, so it's better not to get attached. [Nirad hesitates for a beat. The shape of his mouth moves anxiously around some strong of words he doesn't quite say before settling on:] I don't know about my family. Maybe they wouldn't? But I don't think it really matters.

Anyway. [He brightens.] It's fine. You guys are my friends. --What about you? What's your power?