Alice would probably have found herself right at home with Kristi's father, Mikhail. A gambling genius, he hadn't spent a great deal of time on arcade games, preferring to chance his plentiful luck on high power card games and the good old roulette game Russia was so famous for. He didn't often play using guns, but it had been known. If one was a demon, one enjoyed taking more chances, Kristi supposed.
Here was a surprise, though. Someone who was not only comfortable with her ability, but had some inkling of how to use it deliberately. Of course, Kristi himself had one or two parlour tricks, and he'd had time enough to get used to his particular genetic status, but he'd never learned anything but the basics about his mother's deposited abilities, and the lack of control there had always directly hindered his comfort zone with Dreams. He watched the item moving; this was no different, truly, to hearing that Summer could pick up emotive surges, or that Sydni turned furry once a month. Speaking of Sydni, he should contact her.
A mental note later, Kris realised his blue eyes had been staring, and he dragged his gaze away from PSP, and onto the girl causing it to move. "Nice," was all he said, but despite being one of few words, the small number he divulged tended to be well-meant. "I'm here because of genetics alone," he said. It wasn't quite true, but neither was it a direct lie. Kristi was here because his parents had been demons, and he had nary a clue how to manage the abilities they'd left him. He wasn't the type to like, nor even attend, school, but circumstances had made it more than necessary for him to bite this particular bullet.
"So far it's.. it's okay." He sounded as though the revelation was a faint surprise, the same kind of jocular amusement back in the level tone of his voice. "Classes aren't too pushy, people seem... okay so far. Nice enough. No blatant freaks." The last was said with a lopsided tug of his mouth, signalling humour.