Devika nodded slowly. She was listening to the boy's words, but something was off. There was no fear in him, no urgency, not a hint of panic. Not determination, just... smooth as glass. 

He was lying, somewhere in there. Her instincts knew it. Suddenly, she didn't want to leave Nick alone with this person. Why would he lie? What reason could there be for that?

Devika held her arms out, putting a subtle touch of power into her voice. She could tell lies to beat a politician, but she could also tell Truth. It was in the inflection, in the stance, in being so firm in your action that someone couldn't possibly think you were lying to them. "Let me take him. You look a lot more capable than me. I'm no good in a fight, and he's my friend, so..." Her gaze lingered on Nick's face for a brief, tender moment. Whether she was selling her story, or was just that worried was impossible to tell. "Please, I don't want him to wake up alone. He's new."