[She sets her phone down again, more weirded out than before. It does dawn on her that he's a film major, and that his 'condition' would suck a lot of joy out of that. She can't even imagine what it would be like to never take a good photo again.]

So you've got some... aura thing. Isn't that something that can be fixed? [Modern medicine and all.] I met this guy in the tavern that could do magic. I mean, have you seen some of the people here? [This is all said in a sort of 'so you're a walking antenna, but cheer up it's probably not permanent' tone.] We'll get it fixed in no time.

[She wants to lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but she's also still wary. So she keeps the same distance as before.]