"Maybe not where you come from." She sounds more amused than offended; her world is so far from those sorts of basic issues that the question is almost kinda sweet. "Where I'm from, you either protect yourself or find someone to protect you, or you end up dead in a ditch once the predators are done. Pops' done a lot to change things, at least in the areas he can reach, but..." she shakes her head.

"Besides, I had to learn. I'm kinda - well, magic powers are a thing where I'm from, and I was born with a gift. I had to learn control, at least, or I woulda - well - I broke a kid's arm once without even meaning to, batting him away cause he was doing the whole I'm-not-touching-you game and I wanted him to stop. I was like, six."