Anora shot Ahllasta a glare at the woman’s comment. She bit back a retort; further aggravating the driver—especially while in a car flying over the ocean—was never a good idea. 
	[i]‘More human than most humans,’[/i] Anora repeated mentally, returning Dan’s stare as she waited for him to catch up with her questions. “So… humans [i]without[/i] powers have more non-human blood in them?” Her brows rose. She made a light, chuckling snort, still fidgeting carefully with the mini-Earth’s cord. The implication that, once, humans were magic beings themselves was a mind-blowing thought.
	She stared at Dan for a short moment when he answered regarding the pendant. Either he was the most chill type of arrogant, or he really did have powers beyond what his appearance let on. 
	Dan’s second coughing fit interrupted her thoughts.
	“Are you okay?” she asked slowly when the violent cough subsided.
	That [i]couldn’t[/i] be normal. Yet, a quick glance at the others in the car showed their lack of reaction. Whether because of some unknown respectful custom or it being a normal occurrence, she couldn’t say.
	She cringed inwardly in sympathy when Dan looked back to her. For a self-stated monster, his lack of monster-like characteristic was shocking.
	Anora chewed the inside of her cheek as Dan continued. She listened, gaze never straying from him as she tried to follow the rest of the man’s explanations. Something about him made her think of her old high school history teacher. Only if he was an inexperienced substitute with stage fright and a stutter.
	She sighed, and reminded herself to use different terms. Terms possibly more common so Dan wouldn’t have to guess so much about what she’d meant. Maybe that would help him make more sense to her. Or maybe not.  
	She glanced down when Dan finished speaking, letting his words sink in. Her fidgeting with the pendant increased.
	“So… whatever it is Pahn needs, some type of magic somewhere thinks [i]I’m[/i] the one who can solve whatever problem he has?” She shook her head. “What happened to him, anyway? Why’d he vanish—go dormant—whatever, in the first place? And wouldn’t it be smarter to activate that contract in more people if someone [i]that[/i] powerful needs help? I mean, I’ve had my powers for years now. But Mad—” she caught herself before she said her siblings’ names. She didn’t want to risk getting them involved. “But like I said,” she corrected herself, “I’m the only one in my family who has them, and Darsby said I’m the only living human with that contract. Is that something that [i]should[/i] run in families? A bloodline type deal? Or is it all determined by chance?”