"One of my dearest friends in Beacon was a demon. Another had an owl head and talons. Another had extra limbs that were all very long and awkward." They don't reach over to pat her shoulder, like they kind of want to, but they do flash a quick smile. "Trust me, a young lady who uses magic is nothing at all. Though I don't know what Temple Azarath is, so if that's supposed to be creepy. Failing grade, there."