Boosted them... [mob trails off a bit as he considers that. frankly it's a scary thought. he really hoped that didn't happen with him. but right, a blink and conversation.] Is it better now? Learning to control your powers like that is pretty hard.

[he's grateful he didn't have telepathy, the world was loud enough honestly. though tome would have been really excited to meet this girl. (more excited if she learned the girl was from space too.)

the worker comes back with towels, far too used to weird trench shit to ask what was going on with to soaking wet children coming from nowhere. mob takes one of them with a small bow of thanks, eager to get towards the fire once they're less, you know. drowned rats.

his head disappears under the towel, and after a moment he pokes up again, hair a massive mess from being jostled but far less soggy.] Oh, I'd really like to hear that. I don't really know much about music though, what makes it good or anything.

[he can't give good opinions, whenever he tries people tend to think he's half assing and get upset, but hey, he'd still like to hear it.

now that they're not so drippy he nods and starts moving to the fire, sighing softly when they're close enough for the warmth to start to permeate his damp clothing. he pulls the towel around his shoulders as he answers,] Maybe people have enough to worry about with beasts.