He rolls his eyes back. She straightens her leg under the table and taps the front leg of the chair with her boot, not enough to tip him straight over backwards unless his balance is really terrible, but enough to wobble.

"I don't have any more plans to die," she comments drily.

"And no cosmic fucking powers, unless you count sex. Which." She shrugs. It may have been said, though she's not offering either.

"Just plain old human, trying to get by like a human does."