[ For Ben, of course, the opposite is true. To him, powers, the whole superhero thing - it's completely mundane. It had been the all-consuming thing when he was growing up, and all the things everyone else considers normal - school, friends, family, jobs, travel, dating, hobbies - are far more unrealistic and hard to wrap his head around. He has seen enough of the world since he died that he gets now how unconventional and extreme his upbringing was, but it's still just... his life. ]

The seven of us did. Not everybody on the planet.

[ Good thing to make that clear, even though probably she guessed that or else why would they have been famous or worth making action figures of?

When she asks what his powers are and if she can see them, Ben shakes his head. ]

No.

[ There's no hesitation in the answer and no leeway for argument. ]

Trust me, okay. You don't want to. You really, really, really don't.

[ He knows he probably should explain what his powers are and that they are extremely dangerous and also very off-putting to most and that he's doing her a favor by refusing. But that seems like so much effort and instead he says, a little petulant: ]

My powers suck I don't wanna talk about them. Tell me about your world? I love hearing about other people's worlds. That's the other really great thing about being here.