In paintings. She smiled. "Well, then that explains it."
What did you mean by that?
Annabelle took a deep breath. She'd spent a lot of time working on this, so she was pretty sure it would go right. But she was also just a little hesitant.
She didn't want to out other people here, people like the werewolf Cavan had mentioned, or the Doctor. Other people's secrets were theirs to share, at least things of that magnitude.
Concentrating, Annabelle willed the sheet of paper in her sketchbook with the picture of Nanshe to tear out. She did it slowly, and deliberately, and then she floated the picture she'd drawn about four inches off the table.
"I mean we're different," she said. "Some people have powers, like I do. Some know all about supernatural things. Some are supernatural things."