Corrie lifted her gaze up to meet his, blinking her unnerving blue eyes. "Fine, I suppose." She responded curiously. Normally, she would have responded with a sarcastic retort, but the boy had caught her off guard. "You're like me." Her words weren't posed as a question- more, a knowing certainty. To show what she meant, she put her hand palm up and made it snow just over her own hand, but nowhere else.