Xaviers!

"So perhaps more like the hairs on your neck telling you something hungry is watching you?"

"Maybe." She gives it some thought, "Yes, maybe something like that."

"Glad I could help narrow down the exact amount of creeped out you felt," he said with slight amusement.

"Thanks," she says with a half-smile. "Not one of those things I really like to talk about. Seems weird even for our normal level of weird."

"Oh, I don't know about that... when we've got bloody bonkers shite like fae, werewolves, and space aliens running around."

"I suppose," Wanda says, not sounding convinced in the slightest.

"Also, there's Will, who's just a weirdness magnet," he smirked.

"Well, there's weird weird and then there's unsettlingly weird. Most of that stuff I'd classify in the first category. My stuff seems to persistently fall into the second category."

"The alpha beastie locked up at the Point is plenty unnerving," he pointed out, "She's actually the hungry watcher I was referring to."