Maxwell watched the ethereal arm with morbid curiosity and was surprised at how little fear the sight of it elicited. It should have been more...unnerving. Perhaps this was also part of the tether that Kanoa mentioned before. He closed his eyes in thought and grimaced, shaking his head after a moment. No, that wasn't right, not exactly. The ability to perceive something alone should not automatically remove the fear that it elicits. Right? There was so much that he did not understand. Without turning toward her he locked his eyes on Kanoa and followed her for a moment. 

What was it she had called herself? A natural? She certainly seemed to be in the know at any rate. Was that because she was a natural or was it something else? How many naturals were there and why had he or anybody else for that matter ever heard of them. How was it that the supernatural remained exactly that, myth and superstition. Then again who would believe her or anyone else for that matter save for another natural. Or those who had been personally exposed and left tethered. The thought brought an unpleasant sensation of pressure to his chest so he discarded it for the moment.