What she's saying isn't necessarily wrong, and that's what freaks him out. But he's making an effort, right now, not to lash out about it. Anger is the first thing he reaches for, but this time he has to try and dredge up something else. Change into--curiosity. Confusion. His fists finally flatten out, if only to rub his palms along his pants. Something to do, something physical to ground himself.

"Okay." Just breathe that out first. And look around. To see if anyone is around that might be overhearing. He is, apparently, a loud person, and normally he doesn't care, but--Adelaide had made her stance on the things said about him very clear. Things could get stabby if the wrong person gets the wrong idea.

"Okay. So. Let's, uh, back up for a second and...I dunno, try to work this out, or something, y'know, like reasonable...people." He wants to say 'adults' but she's probably all of, what, 14? Or something? "Whatever it is that I--that you think I am. You keep it between us, right?"

Is that being said through grit teeth? Maybe. But it's not yelling.

"And second: what the fuck are you? Which, I mean, I will totally keep between us, too. Snitches get stitches. But you're...yeah. You're you. Doing a thing. A spooky thing. I'm not really a fan of the spooky brain thing you're doing."