He goes by Snafu, and I already know what he feels like on top of me.

[This smug face is, frankly, unevitable, then, more businesslike, musing.]

It wasn't him. Hansen is the grumpy old ginger from the world with the giant robots. No way he has powers. Little and Tarr are both too short.

I felt his shoes really clearly when he landed on my back - there wasn't anything to disguise his height, they were optimized for stealth. And he's not a shapeshifter or he wouldn't have bothered to cover his face.

[It fits, it all snaps into place, and she starts talking more rapidly.]

He can move metal, can't he? The same way Marsh did. That explains the shield. And the glass knife. And - you weren't paying attention, this last flood, but he was pushing off the walls in zero gee, without touching them. That's what he did in midair, that's why I couldn't throw him off, he using the ceiling to hold us down -