John was a bit caught off guard by his words, and for a long moment, he didn't say anything at all. Years of being on guard, of hiding himself and what he could do warred with his desire to finally be open with people about himself and who he was. The voice in the back of his head screamed loudly that when he let people know what he could do, people died. He could die. But logic countered that he wouldn't die here. Ultra wasn't here, even if its leader was. They outnumbered him here, and Jedikiah didn't have his hoardes of thugs to track them down and destroy them. He could talk about himself here. He didn't have to hide who he was. He knew that. And still, it took all of his courage to spit out the words he spoke next.
"If people knew who I was back home, they'd be killed. I could be killed. There are people after us, always hunting us the second we stick our heads above ground. We've been hiding for as long as I can remember." Okay, maybe not exactly as long as he could remember, but he didn't like to think of that time when he himself hadn't seen how wrong Jedikiah really was.
He wrung his hands a little as he continued, signs of anxiety clear to be seen.
"We're called the Tomorrow People. The next stage of evolution, some say. I can teleport. I'm telekinetic. And I'm telepathic, although I try not to use that one very much. It's not my strength, of the three."
He hoped that was good enough, because he'd really rather be talking about the other guy and finding out why he thought John was inspirational when for most of his life, he'd felt anything but.