Belasý had not meant to meet Henry's eyes.  She rarely made eye contact.  His were a lovely green, but shifted to a blue that exactly mirrored the eyes that now narrowed as she frowned at him.  More powers.  At least he was being subtle, but had that been deliberate?  Or was it to show he understood her nickname?  Either way, she wasn't interested in talking, and turned away.  Izkry was the one to reply.  "Tommy Ashwell.  Yes, it is a good name.  Very English.  It suits you."  He tilted his head slightly at the younger man, and sighed.  "I do not wish to offend, but you do not look like one who has done much fighting.  A piece of advice -- try not to think about the bad things too much, yes?  I have found the more one lets the clouds gather, the darker the day.  It is like I told Frauline Anna -- laughter is precious.  It is a light in even the bleakest times."

Speaking of the girl, she had an unusual way of speaking, and the siblings exchanged a brief look, Izkry with a raised eyebrow, Belasý with a frown.  Each had their suspicions, but there was no reason to call attention to it.  Of course, Belasý was more than able to create a fuss all on her own.

"Bel!" Izkry frowned at his sister as the ice hit the floor, and didn't look away when she glared back at him.  "Don't go starting trouble.  We do not need that, and you know it."  He used the more comfortable Swiss German to scold her.  The woman didn't answer but she did drop her gaze, and he turned to look at Oscar.  "My apologies.  She can be..." he searched for the right word, one that wouldn't be too harsh.  "Sensitive, when it comes to powers."  The press of her shoulder against his was a silent warning, and he left it at that for explanation.  "Please be patient with her.  She is not so bad, not truly."  The mention of music made Izkry's mobile expression light up.  "You play, Herr Tony?  Wunderbar!  If we can find a guitar, you must play me something from Spain.  And I shall play you some of what I know, yes?"

Frau Maria mentioned introducing their powers, and Belasý scowled behind her hair.  She should not even have used them to sent the ice into the floor of the vehicle.  She did not reply to the comment, concentrating instead on the growing thrum she could hear outside.  They must be approaching the airfield.  Good.  The sooner they were off, the better.

Izkry could tell his sister would not be answering that question.  She didn't even want to listen to the rest of them discuss it, and he sighed.  "You will not be getting Belasý to answer that," he said, shaking his head.  "You probably will not be getting her to say much of anything."  It was a weak smile that crossed his face this time.  "She talks very little, with most.  Do not expect much, off the field."  He glanced towards her, but only saw the back of her head.  "Well, if you did notice, that little fuss was her -- she controls water.  I have an affinity for electricity and machines."  Checking to make sure Belasý was still looking away, he summoned a tiny filament of static to play over the fingers of his uplifted hand, only for the briefest moment.  "There is more, but I do not see a need to demonstrate, certainly not now."