"I'm so glad Talon didn't decide to test her apparatus."

"The test subjects do it even when told that it'll be lethal, though some of them manage to wait a couple weeks."

"Well, I didn't make her wait, I guess. I'm very interested in learning more about magic." Like the kind where you cast spells, not like normal magic, that's old hat.

"Your dimension doesn't have it?"

"Differently." Make change move. Also parlor tricks and summoning, but, like, fuck parlor tricks.

"I can see if you can get in on some classes."

"Thanks!" Alas he has no tail but he must wag.

"No promises, they're pretty picky about that stuff, but I'll see what I can do."

"I appreciate it." He can self-teach out of books but he doesn't know where he'd get any materials. Maybe he'll get somewhere with the paper teekay thing.

"Anything else we can do for you?"

"My immediate interests are handled, I think!"

"I'm glad to hear it! We have researchers on their way."

"Cool. I will get their curriculum in order." Stuff shuffles around in a whirl on his computer.

"On the way from the East Coast, so don't rush yourself - uh, the East Coast is about seven hours from here by the transportation methods we have."

"I'm familiar," he says. "I have a lot to cover, seven hours is not actually very long to get it all beaten into a nice Powerpoint." He can make such dated references now. Wait, do they actually have Powerpoint yet?

He doesn't look perplexed but he looks like the kind of person with a lot of experience not looking perplexed at whatever's in front of him. "All right. Thank you. You can ask the man at the door if you need anything."

"Thanks, you've been very hospitable."

He leaves.

Should I - 

Keep an eye on him until Carter arrives, please.

I have an obligation at eight in the morning. 

He considers snapping at him about the implications of 'can make all matter' but actually this isn't a helpful thing to point out to a civilian though of course now that he's thought that -

I did think of that. I think he's fine.

I'd be grateful if you called in sick, all the same.

So he climbs a tree and sulks and keeps a metaphorical eye on the apsel.