He's surprised by how warm she is, but in his opinion it's kind of nice. Warm hands, warm heart, right? Or maybe that's the childish optimism he's still hanging onto despite knowing things could easily go wrong. He wants to believe people are good, in general.

Alex sighs, pursing his lips. "There's no way to find a trainer back home. Nobody can know I can do things. Magic or superpowers or other stuff like that, they're not supposed to be real, there. My dad's a scientist so he's been trying to help me figure out my limits, but that's all we can do. And he tries really hard, but..." Well, there's only so much a scientist could do in the face of something blatantly in violation of many, many laws of science. There are a lot of unknowns. Alex bites his lip, hesitating, before admitting, "I can be in two places at once. Not teleporting, it's - there will be two me's. Not astral projection, either, 'cause I can touch things and do things in both places. I've tried. I, um. I can't really explain what it's like to see and hear twice as much stuff, but it's part of what makes the headaches afterwards so bad, I think."

Does that make sense? More importantly, does she think he's weird, now? He watches her face intently, shyly ducking his head into his scarf.