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It occurred to her that she was being a motormouth, though Elwood didn't seem to mind. He fielded her questions calmly, explaining their complicated and interwoven family tree. Hang on, a voice in her head chimed in, you're related to Tegan? Bat should've been pleased by this information—she was rather fond of her mentor—but for some unknown reason, she felt a pit in her stomach at the thought. But not by blood, she reasoned in silent reply, wondering why on earth any of it mattered.

"I haven't met any of them yet," Bat confessed when Elwood mentioned several other children. It wouldn't be hard to spot them, she was sure; they all seemed to look rather alike. "Oh," she added in response to the sad tale about Orca, suppressing a little shiver when subtly reminded of the dangers inherent in exploring, "that's sad." She wasn't really sure what else to say, though her silver eyes threw a look of sympathy his way.

She had forgotten all about X's presence nearby until the hawk abruptly took wing from a bough overhead, causing Bat to jump. She watched him fly away across the water before her attention once more returned to Elwood. "Startled me," she admitted, then wondered next, "Are you pretty good at ptero? It might be cool to learn some to surprise Tegan when he gets back."