"There is nothing about my power that's reliably replicable, and no specific power has actually ever been replicated."

"Ah. That is a problem."

"Yes. So that's the trouble with strategizing, and that's why I usually fly solo."

"Yes."

"Right. Uh - first of all, I consent pretty heartily to being used as a battering ram, because - you know. Comfortably immortal. Feel free to pick me up and throw me at things if you think it'll work, though please warn me first, I might be in the middle of something."

"...I will keep that in mind."

"I'm less viable for hiding behind because I'm still affectable by force, and uh, shorter than you, but it's not useless. I can counteract that with my power, and it is better than nothing, but I don't think it's wise for you to trust my ability to do that without warning."

"I will take that under consideration. How far does your invulnerability go, exactly, if you can be thrown at an Endbringer? You're not the Siberian."

"I'm not, it's - you can hurt me, but only to a certain point, and then it'll stop, and I'll quickly heal after. The certain point depends a bit on where you're hitting me, but the general overview is, I will be hurt right until it would be unpleasantly debilitating for me to be hurt, and then I won't be hurt any further. ... If I don't consent. If I do think that it's okay for me to get stabbed through cleanly with something sharp, I will be stabbed, and it will be like I'm an ordinary human. If they work on me, mind-altering effects are my kryptonite."

"I see. So to deal with the Blasphemies what you would need would be a way to deal with the illusions so that you can properly launch them to space."

"And some way to keep from potentially being locked in a pocket dimension for the rest of eternity, yep. But! I don't actually need to see everything I'm moving, it's just - well, I start breaking everything if I don't know what I'm moving, and I try to keep the property damage to a minimum."

"I see. So you don't have a range limit, and could use binoculars to send them to space if you knew it was really them."

He nods in approval. "Very prepared."

"Like what?"

"On my Earth, there were computer systems set up for letting someone navigate space. Something that would measure the velocity of the user and compare it with certain notable spacial bodies one might want to navigate to, and give the user directions for how to get there." Because her Earth had space ships. "I'm planning to eventually try and find a tinker to make something like that, but it's not super important that I be able to navigate space right now. Well, unless I happen to find out that I am immune to the Simurgh's mind fuckery. If I am, then it's very important that I be able to navigate her as far into deep space as I can get her in an empty Earth's dimension, far away from any gravity wells she could possibly use to slingshot herself back."

"Ideally we would use Doormaker instead of getting her to space, but those sound useful. How did your Earth get this kind of technology?"

"... The year in my Earth's - uh, shit, I'm not sure specifically, 2150-something? Getting close to 2160? I didn't live there, it's kind of hard to keep track. They just - invented it. For space travel. They've colonized Mars and the Moon. But I have no idea how any of the technology works, so I can't bring any of it over, except for twenty-second century physics knowledge, which isn't very useful here, apparently."

"It's probably much more useful than nothing."

Nod. "I just don't know who to talk physics at, or - how to not sound like I'm crazy or blow my cover. Case 53, and all. I have to make a list of movies I watched 'while traumatized after spacing Leviathan' so I could talk movies at all."

"If you made a list and sent it to us, we could pass them through appropriate channels. You could also tell Alexandria personally, if you catch one of her rare free moments."

He nods but otherwise does not react to her cheerfulness.