Midnighter sighs, somewhere between bored and amused-- it's boring conversions for the computer, but it's hilarious how excited about this Jacob is getting. So Midnighter dutifully recounts Jacob's height and weight in metric and imperial, adding stone out of deference to his clear Britishness. "I also get a weird reading from the energy signatures in your head-- you probably see things differently than the average human, or... something. I don't have all the data."

He takes another sip of coffee. Here's the big thing, the thing that not everybody is comfortable with. "It mostly tells me a thousand ways to kill everybody I come in contact with. You know, just in case." Including you. But he doesn't say it.