Chase was most definitely a rambler. He didn't do it on purpose, his mouth just sort of ran away with him sometimes. More than enough to be a thing he was known for, if people happened to get to know him. Sadly that wasn't something that happened all that often, with his penchant for moving around a lot. Though now he was grounded in one place, so that could change.
When he heard her voice in his head, he went stock still, his eyes going wide. In Chase's life, he hadn't actually dealt all that much with other 'supers', though he himself thought that term was ridiculous and hated applying it to himself. Still, his mom, yes. She'd been one, and so he wasn't totally in the dark there, but he was very ill equipped to deal with things like voices in his head. Chase already wondered deep down if he was going to snap one day, so he was a little sensitive to the idea of going nuts.
So maybe it took him just a second or two longer than normal to catch on that it was her, and to stop standing there like a statue. "I um," he said, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "Telepathy. Right. Um. Yeah," he said. "Can you read thoughts then? Because very abruptly all I can think of is inappropriate things because that's what everyone thinks of if they think they're getting eavesdropped on, right?" he asked. "And I'm good," he told her. Then he paused. "Hooray no smiting?" he asked, clearly still a little nervous, but he offered up a smile none the less.
"Also, hi, I'm Chase, and feel free to just tell me to shut up. Sometimes, I just keep talking, even when I know I should shut up. Like nowish."