Taylor dense physiology

I took her hand with mine. “Taylor.”

“Taylor, huh? Nice to — what the hell?”

Amy went cross-eyed, then looked faintly dizzy as she pulled her hand away from mine to press it against one of her temples. She closed her eyes, grimacing, and had to blink several times before she could look at me straight again. I had no idea what was happening.

“How are you even physically possible?” she hissed, leaning in.

I blinked, confused.

“I…what?”

“Your muscles!” she whispered furiously. “Your bones, your neural pathways, your cardiovascular system! It’s… It’s all… denser, faster, more resilient than it should be! Hell, how do you not eat an entire fucking cow every day just to keep it all working like that?”