Kyle spends the first few seconds looking closely at her feet, trying to keep exact pace.  Once he establishes a rhythm, though, he looks back up at her.  While he doesn't notice it at first, he soon realizes that he isn't feeling any rain falling on him.  Since only one thing has changed between feeling drizzle and not feeling drizzle, his thoughts drift back to Sidrya.  "Thanks," he says.  "For the rain.  I mean, the keeping-the-rain-off thing, uh..."  He blushes.  "Thanks."<br/><br/>'How did she do that?' he thinks to himself.  That thought leads to the more general 'who is she?'  There's no malice or fear in the thought: Kyle knows he's strange compared to the other humans.  The thought feels more like someone just revealed they could do calculus in their head, a sense of wonder and curiosity.  He refuses to ask that thought, though, remembering one particular verbal accident that had led to him getting dope-slapped upside the head.  'She'll tell me if she wants,' he resolves.  There is little time for any other speculation before they arrive at the apartment and Sidrya leads him in.