"Yes," she says almost automatically before she adds, "Please." She may not be feeling all that well, but she can make an effort to be polite. He's been kind already, mostly with just not throwing her out of his house. He's gotten her aspirin, he's made her coffee. He's been incredibly kind.

She reaches out to wrap her hands around the mug. The heat is practically scorching against her cold palms. If only she could draw the heat out of it to warm herself up, but her powers don't work that way. If they're working. She'll have to think about that later.

"A breacher is someone who has the ability to, well, basically tear a hole that goes from one reality to another." She pauses, considers her words. "Maybe less a hole and more a portal. 'Hole' sounds unstable and while some of the portals can be, typically they're controlled. They open and close seamlessly."