Zoe's a mixed bag, really. As far as she knows, no one's actively hunting her people, but after Constantine they don't exactly go around bragging about it either. Then again, where she's from they're not exactly a new development. Magical people have existed since the world began. People just didn't always have a name for it. So at home she doesn't talk about it. On the boat, however, it seems like everyone is something. She's a little less worried about sharing it.

"Oh. That." She gives a bit of a shrug. "It was just my first go at it. I was surpi - " She's then distracted by the floating glass that's coming down to rest next to the mess she made and she almost immediately looks up at John. Then squinting.

She hates how auras look once you come through the door.

But he's not any kind of magical being she's ever seen (again, nothing new for the boat) but whatever he is, it's an odd sort of color, almost like faded steel blue.

"That is cool."