When he uttered the words that said she was amazing, she softened slightly. Though her memories from Adella were muddled and watered down, he did not look at her great grandmother in the same way he stared at her in awe. It was not the expression of a man in love, she'd heard men say those sorts of things to women they were full enamored with. To Lane, it sounded more like he was just infatuated with and astounded by her. Either way, it communicated that he cared about her, that she held a fascination with her. Something about the weight in that look took her breath away, so much so that Lane's anger softened, only to be slightly ignited again when he denied her request for an apology.<br/><br/>In a way, he was right. He had opened her world up, like it was as easy as cracking an egg and watching all this power and life spill out of her. It was reckless, what she had just done, and to be honest, she was not sure what had motivated her to do it without an ounce of preparation. It was a bad move, the kind her mother would have screamed at her and scolded her for. Her mother had always tightly controlled Lane and her magic, and it was only when he mentioned the part about not being fully human, that something seemed to click inside her mind. Her father had been out of the picture most of Lane's life, and she and Steve did not share a father. She had been raised by Steve's father, but was not biologically his. Her aptitude for magic, even stronger than her mother's, her mother's protection of her, it all made a lot more sense with that possibility in the picture.<br/><br/>Her face went pensive, and a single word came out. "Shit."<br/><br/>The pieces did not fully come together, but he would be able to see the wheels turning her mind as she thought of the way her mother had taught her magic, her absentee father, and the fact that she had just torn the veil between worlds without so much as breaking a sweat. It only made James more right, he couldn't apologize for provoking her, because he would have no idea what he was provoking when he did it. She pressed her eyes closed and her expression shifted from thoughtful to a little bit angry. "Shit. Shit. Shit."<br/><br/>She looked at him and blew out a breath. Though her face held anger her eyes were all fear. "Okay, don't apologize, but maybe we should figure the whole not fully human thing out before we take my powers out and play with them again. I'm suddenly getting the feeling that my mother was so worried about dabbling in darkness for other reasons..."<br/><br/>Her eyes searched the room, as if the answer to her question might be written on a wall somewhere. When she didn't find it, her gaze drifted back to James. "You're the scientist. How do we test that? Is there some blood test that will tell me I'm part fae or demi-god, or something?"