[Nathan can't help but be morbidly fascinated as he sees her heal. It's not nice to see in the slightest, but his eyes refuse to look away. And besides that, the last thing he wants to do is look like a pussy in front of her. He can't keep the revulsion from his face, however, even as he hands the jacket back to her.]

No. [A pause. Does that mean she was born that way? Cool as a storm sounds, there's something about being born special rather than made special that makes him wish he'd always been that way. Sighing, decides to explain.] There was a storm. Me and a bunch of other people-- we got caught out in it. I don't think anyone had powers before that.

How about you? Freak accident, or all natural?