[That is a lot of energy he didn't expect. He blinks at it, and laughs. He still has no idea how to handle being called cool. Shiro scratches at the back of neck as his eyes follow the small mechanoid alien's flight path.] It's my Astoria granted magic, and yes I am. One of the two we have.

I haven't met the other one just yet. But no one has brought up another mecha lion so they have to be organic whatever they take the shape of. I can only keep my shape for a few hours at most.