Sal laughs, sounding a little nervous even to his own ears. Shit, they're the nice one. He wonders if they'd be nice if they knew who they were really talking to. He kinda wishes he hadn't left his astronaut helmet behind, but he was going to have to take it off anyway, right? Like, they're only in here for one thing.

"I gotta ask you something," he begins, "and you gotta do me a favor and not read too much into it. Um. Are you a Liminal? And if you are, are you the kinda Liminal where like... you really, really need your powers?"