Of course he thought about his fingernails. Megan supposed the guy could be on something, but if he was it was more like the stuff she'd seen people trying at Dazzler shows. Mushrooms and the like, where they didn't so much freak out on you so much as they stated at the walls and said things that were supposed to be profound but mostly made her confused.
Or like people who'd gotten a whiff of her pixie dust, really. Nice things. Not grabby-smashy-things.
She made up her mind, with that thought. "Sure," she said. "Just be careful, okay? I need them." If he got grabby, she could always fight back, she reasoned. At least pixie dust the hell out of him. He'd probably even appreciate whatever it made him see more than getting hit. She turned a little, stretching a wing out toward him, still ready to bolt or dust him if he grabbed.