"I don't think you've heard of it, but it's in heaven. Not very easy to get to."

"Oh." She looks a bit disconcerted, not really knowing what to do. "Well, welcome to Zanarkand, and be careful, it's late and people might confuse you for a fiend and attack."

"… I'll probably be okay if they do attack me, anyway, but– this is Zanarkand?" Blink. "I guess that makes sense. Uh. Do you know anything about recent disappearances?"

She furrows her eyebrows. "No more than the usual...?"

"A few people popped up, probably not all that far away, in Spira?"

"...what's Spira?"

"Continent probably not all that far away from here. But they don't know about you properly and I don't think you know about them."

"No, I don't think so. I've never heard of it, anyway."

Nod. "Do you know anything about Sin?"

"Umm, I'm not really religious."

"Nor me – homophone with a proper noun, never mind. Thanks for your help, anyway."

"You're welcome, I guess. And, ah, cool wings, by the way."

"Thanks," he says, and then he goes to find out if there's any construction work.

At least until the morning, when he can sell some stuff in a market and look for some interesting tech and then try to find where he is in relation to the mainland.

There is absolutely no construction work anywhere.

… No repairs, either?

Does it look like there are any hospitals, then?

No repairs.

Some hospitals.

He'll go to one of them. See if they have any need for a medical Changer – yes, he can explain his powers, yes, he realizes that he's some stranger with magic powers. Any chance they want him to help anyway?

After he demonstrates his abilities, sure!

Except he's apparently unable to demonstrate his abilities on anyone, there.

… And the wall? Can he make a bit of the wall blue, or change a small bit of the fabric on someone's clothes to be blue?

He cannot. People are starting to question his claims about his powers.

"You all seem to be magical," he says, turning a bit of air into cloud fluff. "I can do it to non-magical things?"

The nurse who's dealing with him blinks. "Huh?"

"I have no idea why you would all be magical, because the people from Spira are not, and I can modify non-magical things. Such as air. Or this."

He turns the cloud-fluff into a small wooden marble.

"What's Spira? And if you can make stuff appear out of thin air that's still useful."

"Spira is a place, probably nearby-ish. And I can, it's still useful, but – you're all magical, the walls are magical, your clothing is magical, and I don't see why that would be the case."