[ There is something a little strange, about her silence and complete lack of surprise as she listens. He'd been worried about the opposite - that she'd be confused, or worse, distrustful because she would assume he was lying. But she just takes the story at face value, even though it involves murder and time travel. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, given what she is and what she's lived through, but... he is. ]

No.

[ He says it softly, but right away; it would be cruel to lie, and he wants her to know that every world isn't as horrible as hers. ]

Metahumans are still really new. Nobody knows what to feel about us, yet. It's possible... I mean, I can imagine it getting to be like it is in your world, someday. Or maybe it won't. But no. I've never been chased.

[ It would be simpler to leave it at that, but he adds: ]

Then again... it's not like anybody knew I was a meta, back home. I kept it a secret, from everybody. I'm still keeping it a secret, here. From most people. But I know... I can tell you wouldn't use it against me.