Rose's hand tightened momentarily on the emergency kit she'd just finished closing when he put out the fire with his hand; it took her a moment to remember that his people were immune to fire. Fitting, that he'd be performing here. It was at least one less person she had to worry about burning themselves on accident.
"It's possible that one or more already have," she said, offering a small smile in return. Her people were notoriously few and far between, insular families that rarely kept in touch with other groups, laying with humans when they were ready to have children and disappearing once they'd conceived - the caladrius genes always bred true. She hadn't ever seen another of her kind since leaving her home, but she also hadn't spent a lot of time looking. There was nothing another of her kind could do for her, except double the danger that one of them would be found out and hunted. There was no safety in numbers when none of the group could harm would-be attackers.
"Particularly any of them born in the age of the internet, or encyclopedias," she mused. "We can only choose what we know, and what we knew was much more limited before information was so easily accessible."