"Alex dropped a building on me." Yes, it was totally his fault. He'd accused her of having a tantrum. "Next thing I knew, I was under rubble and very very shiny."

"Unfortunately, I can't seem to change back and my telepathy's missing. If you can confirm whether or not I'm actually dying of some freak radiation or something horrible, that would be nice."

"Or at least tell me what I'm made out of. That would be nice."