[That vagueness gets a quirk of an eyebrow, glancing back and forth like he's expecting others to be listening in. Not too shady, he supposes, it makes sense that some imports might be a little more cagey about their powers than Cass, who tells everyone he meets what he is.

He won't push it, just this once!]

See, I wouldn't mind a bit less sun meself. Would do away with the bastard if it didn't make everythin' so bloody cold.

[But then a beat to consider a sunless world and...] Although. 'Spose I'd miss seein' it.