Because nobody could warn them against it, the Roamers have decided to see how effectively they can bring down an old skyscraper... after making sure nobody is squatting inside.
Simone insisted. She's also being sparing with her inventor skills. That would make this too easy.
And suddenly there is someone sitting on a nearby lamp-post. "Yo, weirdos, what'cha'doin?"
Simone startles. "Don't sneak up on a girl with a ray gun like that!"
And now he's on Simone's other side. "You couldn't hit me anyway."
Then he appears near the little girl with the portal. "Hail, fellow mover!"
And then he's on the lamp again, chuckling.
And now he's trapped in primeval darkness. "That shut him up."
He taps the darkness generator on her shoulder. "Careful. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. You wouldn't know what hit you."
And now he's being tapped on the shoulder by a naked blonde girl. "Neither will you!"
He jumps- He's sitting on a car now. "Okay that was genuinely surprising, good job."
"I could meddle with your insides, you know."
"Try it. See what happens. I dare you."
"Don't murder him, Aether."
"And not just 'cause it wouldn't work. Murder's bad, mmkay?"
"I might reconsider..."
He has acquired a coyboy hat from somewhere. "Now I reckon y'all are considerin' knockin' over one of mah buildings. Do ye have yer demolition permits?"
"We tried getting one, but all the clerks had been dead for years."
"Fair enough. Want some help?"
"More the merrier!"
"Well there's only so many of these things. A lot, admittedly, but a finite amount. So, let's record it all for posterity!"
"You have a camera or something?"
"Be right back!"
A few seconds later, with a grin and some - flickering - a few big cameras, one of those movie lights on a stand, one of those long-stick microphones, and one of those blackboards that go snap appear. It takes a few seconds. And the stranger is now wearing a fedora and dark sunglasses. "A lonely guy like me is allowed to have hobbies, dahling. I raided this place that was, like, mini-hollywood at some point. I forget exactly when."
"So you're a teleporter?"
"A good magician never reveals his secrets."
"Magician and Miracle are not synonymous."
"I can be both. Do any of you uncultured rabble know anything about cinematography? Oh, sorry, kidding about the rabble part, you seem kinda organized."
"I think once you get a boat flying you're disqualified as rabble."