[He takes a breath when she goes to move, mentally pushing himself away from the deep well of possible depression he could dive into at the thought of losing everyone and everything familiar. That was for later. Now, now he was trying to figure some of this shit out. But the way she was going on, talking about sources and power, and the little finger dance she did when trying to explain it... he just leaned a little against a column, arms folded as he looked down at her skeptically.]

Are you- you're not talking about magic, are you? Like, actual magic and not just Houdini sleight of hand shit? Because, uh, that doesn't exist.

[He had to stop himself there, pressing his lips into a line as he looked around him. Magic didn't exist, sure. And neither did body controlling whips. Okay, okay. Deep breath, Jensen. Pull it together. He looked back at her, not really sure what to say.]

You're not just pulling my leg, are you?

[She didn't seem like the leg pulling type.]