"If you do I'm getting my phone out and putting the whole thing on YouTube," he warns. It seems a good discouragement if Kyle needed one, but Quire's clearly forgotten that he doesn't have a phone at the moment.

"I'm fine!" he insists. God forbid someone think he's not completely in-control. The only person he's come across close to his own age no less. But as always his bark is a lot more intense than his bite. Even after his insistence he shuffles towards the edge of the stage like someone who can't quite stop the room from spinning. "Was it pink?" he asks knowingly. "I'm a psionic," he says before pulling a face and wriggling his fingers demonically. "Spoooooky brain powers."