"You're from another world altogether?—wait, one hundred twelve years ago powers didn't exist, did they start earlier there?"

"Oh, different universes have different - things going on - though with Earths it's always something - powers are only here. I just have lots of magic."

She slumps ever so slightly on her seat.

"It's really a long story."

She nods. "And you knew about this even before you came... I am so out of my depth."

"I wasn't positive but I pretty much expected it was true."

"Do you have any—plans, after São Paulo is back in place?"

"End scarcity."

"...with the replicators?"

"And my powers in general."

She nods, in a bit of a daze.

He waits.

It takes a few more seconds. Then: "So should I just—pretend everything's fine until you give us São Paulo?"

"I guess."

"You mentioned you'd introduce me to someone..."

"If you have trouble believing me or something. He's a grownup. I made him to give me advice."

She won't question that he can make people. She just—won't. "Can I help you with anything at all, then?"

"Uh I think I mostly told you because I didn't want you to think I was irresponsibly telling people I could resurrect their families."

"Which you—can't right now but will be able to—?"

"Once they find me which they'll probably do inside the week but winter's the latest."

"They... the people from your world?"

"Yeah. They can do resurrection."

"I see."

"They're really magic."

"And really altruistic about it, it appears."