Kara pulled back and touched Electa's face. "Look at you," she breathed, her eyes shining. "You look so much like Jake! Youre all grown up--"

Suddenly they were both laughing. "Yeah, all grown up, just like you," she teased, putting away her gun. Kara was only four years older than her.

The tension in the courtyard had faded; the AKs stood watching in bemusement.

Vexin smiled, watching the two. He fiddled his fingers a little.

She gestured to Vexin. "This is Vexin."

He gave a shy little wave and a quiet little hello.

"Vexin, this is Kara Mendez," she told him. "We were at the camp together."

Karas eyebrows flew up; she gave Willow a cautious handshake. "Vexin, as in, the terrorist whos all over the news?"

"T-terrorist?" He paled a little. "I-is that what I'm seen as?" He sounded guilty.

"And he aint human," put in Tex sullenly. "Check out his aura, Kara; its weird."

"Shut up, Sam." From the way Kara said it, it was a phrase that got used often. But her expression turned wary as she glanced at them. "You want to explain what hes talking about?"

He lowered his head. "I-I'm... half angel." His voice was practically a whisper.

Kara took a sharp breath between her teeth; the others recoiled in shock, staring at Vexin. "Whoa," murmured the wiry-haired guy, taking a step backwards. Tex--Sam, apparently--had a mix of validation and stunned horror on his broad face.

He lowered his head at the reactions