That... was not the answer Mikaela was expecting. To find out that someone didn't have a mother wasn't a particular shock - lots of people didn't have mothers, herself in included. But to have someone just casually mention that they couldn't be injured. While certainly not a new occurrence in this place, it was the first time she'd met one of these supposedly invulnerable people face to face.
He didn't look very different from anyone else, she decided. He was vaguely familiar, meaning she'd probably seen him around the message boards here and there, but there wasn't anything about him that really stood out. Not even the Starfleet uniform looked too out of sorts. Not with so many others claiming to be from the sci-fi series, at least.
"Whatever," she muttered, finally turning with a heavy sigh to look at her bike. And for the first time since arriving in Colligo, Mikaela very nearly started to cry. It wasn't ruined, not entirely. She could still get it back to the shop. But it was broken in places. A mirror here, large scratches across the pain there. One of the frames for the tires looked like it might even be bent.
"I'll tell you what's traumatic," she spoke again after a second, turning back to face the stranger who had stepped out in front of her. "Going for a nice, relaxing ride, minding my own business, and wrecking my bike. That's traumatic." There was clear annoyance in her tone as she glared openly at him.