As soon as they arrived at her house, Erica leaped from his arms, putting as much distance between them as possible.
"What are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling as her wide, horrified eyes bore into him. "I saw you change—the four of you—with Kara." She ran shaky fingers through her hair, pacing erratically.
Her hands flew to a drawer, rummaging through its contents with increasing desperation. "You're not human," she muttered with a bitter laugh.
Gen leaned against the doorway, calm but watchful. "No, I'm not human. Is that a problem?"
Her laughter echoed hollowly, and she began rearranging the room, her movements frantic. She smoothed the bedcovers, folded already-folded clothes, and ran the vacuum over a spotless carpet.
Then she spun to face him, her eyes hard. "I don't trust people, not even for five seconds. But I trusted you. And what do I get in return?"
"Erica—"
"You lied to me!"
"That's not entirely true," Gen replied, his tone measured.
