"How special is that, here?"

Shrug. Handwobble.

"All the people with skin like yours and pointy ears have it?" he guesses.  He's not going to try and name the color.

"Drow," she says. Handwobble.

"Do people like me ever have superpowers?"

Smile.

It occurs to Beau that smiling meaning yes seems to be the thing that's happening, and that he should fix this right away and probably should have several minutes ago.

"So, uh, how do you say yes in - whatever language you speak?"

"Jeh."

"And no?"

"Pon."

He nods.  "Does everyone in," he has already forgotten the place names, "here have superpowers, then?"

"Pon." She grabs a slate and chalk. It's not a high precision medium but she has sketching practice and can doodle ten pointy-eared human-proportioned people and ten of the tiny people in a separate row, then circle four of the ten pointy eared ones and none of the little ones. "Drow," she adds, pointing at a pointy ear, "mekta," pointing at the circle, "shenta," the little-people row.

"Some drow have powers, and no shenta do?"

"Ehh...." She disappears all the chalk on the slate like she disappeared the goop on Beau's person and draws fifty dots. "Shenta." She circles one. "Mekta shentin!"

"Oh, okay.  And what about humans?" 

She selectively erases the circle, declares the same dots "humans", and circles five of them, but with a handwobble.

"Wow."  He's not sure what to make of that, in comparison to the other rates.  "...I have a lot of questions, but most of them are bad.  Like I think you probably can't answer them."  Why didn't he mention this before - "Superpowers aren't - real, where I'm from."

Surprised blink! Also she has to re-glow his rock now.

"Are people here born with them, or do they get them somehow?"

She draws a box around one of the five encircled dots.

...What?  Oh.  "You mean some of them are born with it, but not most."

"Jeh!"

"How do people get them?"

She waggles the chalk and slate a little. How is she supposed to explain that like this.