I wind my shirt behind my neck, letting drape over my shoulders, then hold up my hands. I got so excited by her saying supercosmic nexus that I forgot that this isn't supposed to be a happy conversation.

"In my world, you're in... Comics. Cartoons. Movies. TV shows," I say, a little slower. I'm quick to add, "I don't know details. I just know your name. And, uh, what you did for a living, with the... Thievery."

And the kind of men she likes to date.