"I am not female," Harry declares and points to the door, glad to be confident in something. He's not sure of much, but this feels correct. "But where does that leave me? How do I know if I'm aqunid or chrono?"

He looks to this man and is immediately struck by his appearance: the pale skin and hair, the too-bright eyes. The way he holds still as a frozen corpse. There is something here—

—and it must be related to gender. This is a man, right? Most men don't have hair this long or skin this smooth. How can anyone be sure? This may need more thought.

It leaves Harry squinting at him for several seconds too long.