[ The malaise hits him essentially when their gaze connects. He knows this feeling now, since he’d already reached out to Silco at this point and felt the strong connection that came with sharing an Aspect. Naturally, Silco is far different from this, though. He lets out a low whistle at first, and there’s a mean joke in the back of his mind, but. The half-recognition of familiarity holds his tongue. ]

Ah. Yeah.

[ He clicks his tongue lightly with just a little bit of disapproval, but this is no surprise. It’s been exceptionally rare that a mortal gets to meet both the Black Tezcatlipoca (that would be him) and the White Tezcatlipoca (his bird brain of a brother) in the flesh, but they do resemble each other. Their golden hair is the most notable, though his doesn’t possess quite as much natural radiance. ]

Quetzalcoatl, I’m guessing. Fair enough, ‘cause I’m his brother. [ He shrugs ] Well, her, so far as I heard, but that’s just details.

[ He also tilts his head a little bit as he gets a better look at her, since… She bears a resemblance to a Divine-Spirit-Made-Servant that he knows of. There’s not a lick of divinity on her, though. Is he meeting the vessel? Weird. ]