Most thinks in life usually are, though he's not sure what to expect in that moment. Whatever biotic might be, he most certainly isn't expecting what she does. Having seen Grisha at the best, and worst, it still isn't anything like this. He suspects, from things he's heard, it is like what might be if the Darkling and the Sun Summoner had been joined into something they supposed saints and all the Grisha had never seen.

Even as his eyes try and adjust, chin dipping slightly though not letting himself look away. Trying to memorize it all so that later he could try and remember what he'd seen.

As it dissipates, he lifts his chin, wishing for his cane to hold tight to as if he needs that sort of thing for his own stability. At least beyond the physical.

"I haven't a single plan to ever tell them anything of my own volition, so your secret is safe with me. What is it considered where you're from?" He would certainly think it part of the Small Sciences, which from what he's already seen may very well mean the same thing as this magic, just with different names.

"Always. I just may not always answer, or give the answer expected."