[Oh... okay. Wow, that usually doesn't work. Actually, it's maybe never worked. Until now! Awesome!

Quentin looks positively delighted for a moment... before realizing he's probably coming off as a complete dope and quickly attempting to regain his composure. He's even in a good enough mood to ignore the "Chuck" thing. Typically a reminder of pasty old Charles Xavier is enough to ruin his day, but since he's pretty sure this girl has never met the ancient bald hasbeen he'll let it slide.]

"Mind-blowing"? Please, I'm Quentin Quire! Kid Omega! Top tier telepath, psychic extraordinaire! My powers are rivaled only by my genius, and both are unlimited. [Okay, technically his powers in particular are not so "unlimited" at the moment. See, there was this whole thing with absorbing a cosmic horror space bird and then giving it up in an act of noble self-sacrifice and unintentionally fucking up his powers. But really, how much could whatever this "mind-blowing" idea of hers possibly stretch the not inconsiderable power he has left?

Quentin floats to the ground, spreading his arms dramatically.] I basically wrote the book on blowing minds!