Given the reactions of the onlookers and what he's also experienced and seen since the month started, he's starting to grow unsure of that assessment, "Maybe…"

He looks around at the gaping and whispering locals and senses her stress rising through his mild empathic ability. He glares at them and then steps over, waving his hands, which start to glow, gradually glowing brighter. Making shooing motions, he offers them a choice.

"Alright, clear out and shut up unless you wanna find out if I can make these bright enough to blind you."