Steve says 'enhanced' like it should mean something to Zevlor, and in a sense it does, though perhaps not the way he means it. Adventurers and others trained in certain professions usually develop strength and agility beyond what's normal for the average person of their race and build. Already, he's seen Steve run, and heard him describe Wanda as possessed of psionic abilities. He's classed them mentally as, perhaps, a sorcerer and a fighter, or maybe even another paladin.

The rest is a little harder to wrap his brain around. Changes size with a suit? He'll just have to observe as he goes.

He pauses at the door for a moment, face unreadable, as a wave of deep sadness washes over him. It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. But: "I'm the only one of my kind here."

It's a lonely thought, particularly after all he's tried to give for his kin. After a moment he shakes his head as if to push it aside. There's work to be done. As long as he has some sort of purpose to pursue, he'll be all right. "I'm fine. Let's go."