He thinks about that, hands in his pockets as he slowly catches his breath, watching the swirl. It's almost pretty in a way.

"You had a drink?" he asks, one side of his mouth twitching up as he nods to the retreating fog. Teenaged rebellion never changes, does it? "Here I was thinking it had somethin' to do with that creepy stuff." He might be a novice when it comes to all this super nonsense, but last time he checked you can't roofie someone into a shapeshifting pod.