This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
"Maybe it won't work on her anyway," says Jann.
"It worked on Lalita, and he was only a half-alt. But maybe." Pause. "Have you got one of us natively?"
"Yeah," says Stalas.
Mial doesn't say anything, but he also frowns.
"...Is it possible we can help? If your outfit is anything to go by Nexus has you beat on technology and we've also got some varyingly portable magic."
"Another alt of Miles, who inconveniently was five and embarrassingly had an adopted sister who was my alt, came from a universe similar to ours but with magic. We have acquired textbooks on it. Elcenia also has a lot of magic, although accessibility is awkward given the situation with the door - I do get the impression that you could get a fair amount done with it as long as none of it needed to be performed or sustained outside of Elcenia, though."
"There must be some way to—right, I'm sorry, but it has to be done," says Mark. And he puts on Miles.
The actual Miles looks pained but doesn't voice an objection.
"So," says Mark, reverting to his standard self, "you can stop acting like we might try to kill you at any moment."
"...Why would we kill her? Who even does that, kills random girls from other universes who stumble into bars?"