Wolfgang has been in Baedal long enough that visibly non-human xenians no longer weird him out, although he does still tend to be surprised by them; coming from somewhere where almost everyone looks human to Baedal, you never really get used to it. What startles him instead is the voice in his head because he has a moment of intense panic -- real or not real? Is it his or someone else's? And is it his or is it his?

It doesn't sound like one of his. Generally, that's a voice telling him what to do, or else it's a voice talking to or about him like overheard snippets of conversation. Sometimes the line is blurred enough to be indistinguishable. With his senses open, it still takes him longer than it should to trace that thought back to its source, and his head turns, eyes wide, face pale and drawn.

"Oh," he says. Not his. (Real.) Then he relaxes.

There's a moment where he's unsure -- while he can pick up on others' thoughts just fine (too fine, since he keeps doing it accidentally), he is not really capable of sending them himself outside of simple feelings or compulsions, like run or hide or sleep, all of which have been useful in Baedal. It's hard to tell if someone who communicates telepathically can hear physically.

"It's -- yeah, it is." His smile is a little awkward and strained, but he makes the effort to be friendly.