Character: Renee Dwyer

- There's something... odd about you, ' said she, on his forehead, over excited eyes, ran wrinkles. - He looks at you like... protective. If going to close you with his body from a bullet or from some danger...
... - The way you move - you don't even think about it. When he moves, even just a little bit, you immediately change its position. Like a magnet...or the force of gravity. You're like a ... satellite, or something like that. I've never seen anything like it.