[ there's something that almost puts him at ease about this chance meeting. relief to see someone else from his world, sure. to be in the same sort of situation. maybe to know that there's one more face that just remembers his name (for now, in this other world, and in her timeline), the both of them precariously balanced on the edge of this balcony without a care for the height. (flying probably feels so cool).

he looks elated by her question, considers it only for a moment.] Yeah, I really do — I mean if I can, then why not? [ there's so many reasons why he probably shouldn't, impulsive to the core. ]

It just feels really weird to be without my suit. [ a quiet sort of admittance, a glance her way. ] Their tech isn't where ours is, but maybe that's just an opportunity to try something different? Like — a little bit of both?

[ it occurs to him to ask, curious: ] Could you always do magic?