It felt like an information overload, but Mobius took it in stride, trying to keep up with the teen's rapid-fire description of quirks and the ones he had and the ones everyone else he knew had. Kids at his school, his teacher.
"It doesn't seem like a quirk," he agreed. "Probably just the hotel playing games with us. Midoriya," he said, trying to move them toward the door. "Let's talk and walk, okay? I need to go check on my pet." It felt wrong to call gator Loki his pet but that was a lot to try to explain to someone he didn't know.
"Do you get a warning sign, before one of your quirks happen?" he asked him. It would be good to know if he had to try to take cover or dodge, if such a thing was possible.