"Thank you." It's almost embarrassing how relieved he sounds. He's been trying to fit in, seem more mature than he truly is, but on the Enterprise he's completely lost in many ways. His instincts tell him that he can trust Doctor Crusher not to do any of the things he'd been worried about since he'd been told he needed to report to sickbay. "I've never been treated by doctors before. We use magic to heal."

Despite his worries, he gives her a small smile. "Yes. I am Nephilim." A hint of pride accompanies the word that even time with Downworlders hasn't completely erased. "Human and angel. There are some Mundanes - humans - that know about us but we're supposed to keep our existence hidden."