"See, now anybody only half as nice as you woulda said that in a kinda threatin' way. Like them fellers who go on about bein' able to kill people with their little fingers. Not you though. You say that and I think 'she's gonna look out for me, make sure I don't get a glass of somethin' I shouldn't'. Not enough trustworthy people in the world, or, well, I guess I can't really say that can I? I can't even say station given how nice everybody has been to me." Colt said, watching her pour.
He wasn't entirely talking nonsense. He didn't trust a great many people, that had come about thanks to his ability to see into the minds of others and know when someone was planning to do harm even when they gave him sweet smiles. Zu though, he felt like he didn't have to worry about her much. She might have a power he didn't fully understand and a family that was plainly beyond him, but there was nothing to her that seemed malicious. Maybe that should have made him look deeper, to reach inside her mind and really figure out what was going on, but that felt wrong when she had been nothing but kind and considerate.