Cybele waited with baited breath to see if he would bristle again or answer her curiosity. The pulling of the cloak had her laughing beneath her breath, and had her smile widening when she realised the gesture. Did he feel threatened of her?

"Do you go up to 'em? Take that energy for yourself?" The Witch asked. This time she was genuinely curious. She'd never met anyone else who could go into space like she and her sisters could. Maybe they could have a race.... well... once she got her full magic back. If she'd won then she'd take that tattered cloak of his just so then she could see beneath it all. Maybe study him.