Masks 2

Zil isn't a lie detector! Which is apparently a good thing. She listens to this hat-tipping cowboy man and nods, doing her best to take the advice all in stride. It's not necessarily difficult, receptive and spongy as she is, but it's also an awful lot all at once an only continues to be more, and more, and more.

Why were people talking to her, anyway? It's not a bad thing, she just wasn't anticipating it. Oh. Maybe she looks approachable since she's dressed all normal? Yeah. That's gotta be it.

"Well, I heal people with my powers but also just- know how to, uh, mundanely patch people up, I guess? Shit. Hey, do people who get run out of their homes still have to pay student loans? Is that a thing?"

She's not really expecting an answer. Instead she scratches behind her ear, gaze flicking to Nimue.
"I mean, honestly..." now she's trying to juggle eye contact with three people. Which. Isn't possible for her. Instead Zil just stares straight ahead, hands gripping her knee caps. "I'm not sure I'll ever be as good as the big heroes either, but I guess...it...doesn't matter all that much. Um. Because we're here to help people, right? Or do detective stuff or topple shitty corporations or unravel the mysteries of the universe...and the effort's what matters, right? Nimue, Theraea, and..." She pauses before admitting, "I'm sorry, I have no clue what your name is and couldn't tell if you were calling me Pard or if that was your codename, but we're all useful in some way, is what I'm saying. Few doctors do big surgeries all alone, and even an assistant that just hands over the right tools is super important in saving a life. If. That makes sense?"