She's quiet for a moment, chewing that next piece of peach slowly while she mulls over a response. It's hard to wrap her head around the implications of a change of that scale, and it's really no wonder that Lambert doesn't want to talk about it. Lucky for him, she's not really the sort to try and get him to spill his guts if he doesn't want to.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want," she says quietly. "But, look on the bright side: Metal's a lot harder to break than bone, which is probably good for someone like you who's always getting into fights and stuff. And I bet I could levitate you now."

She'd try it, honestly, if she wasn't so tired.