Sara pauses, for the first time since the one that went from ordering a drink to waiting and filling it with whoever the warm body next to her happened to be for two or three minutes, and her expression focuses slightly more. Familiarity in every bit of his last words.

Powers, and this -- well, whatever exactly this whole look going on all over him is.

"What powers?" She almost asks whether he is a metahuman, but the second half of that word seems out of place.