"No offence, but parahumans sound like budget Miracles."

He cracks up.

"Yeah, I mean, you're weirdly clumsy for someone with powers."

"I'm sorry for my world's terribleness."

"Apology accepted."

"I'm gonna test my powers with Zaneta and her friend today after lunch."

"Jeanette? She's mean."

"Hey, she delivered us! All six of her!"

"Why mean? And what do you mean by six of her?"

"She can copy herself as much as she wants."

"She's," he thinks about it for a moment, "cold."

"She is very professional."

"That sounds pretty good for a scientist."

"She kept me in a tank!"

"Why?"

"That's where she put me when I turned up on the beach."

"...okay but that's not a reason."

"Probably thought it was easier."

"Easier than what to do what?"

"Let me walk around. God, you're so dense."

A bunch of snow falls on Michael's head.

"You know, for someone who constantly asks questions, you sure do seem to think you know more than us."

"Maybe I know more than you because I ask more questions. Except strike the maybe. And I don't have a problem not knowing things, I have a problem when people want to keep things from me."

"Could be that you think you know more because you know less."

"Maybe, except I never ever actually said I know more, you're just drawing conclusions."