Fwoosh! They are next to her car. She doesn't even feel the wind, since he brings the air around them along for the ride.

"Woo, trippy."

She unlocks the driver's side door, pauses, and asks: "Can you use your telekinesis to pick locks?"

"If every one of your particles changes speed at the same time you can accelerate without getting smushed. These locks, maybe. The ones I'm used to are designed to prevent it. Not that I have much of a reason to go around picking locks."

"The shenanigans that get foisted upon me are pretty unusual," she allows, sliding into the driver's seat and unlocking the passenger side door from inside he car.

...Is he supposed to get in a vehicle? "So where's the spare tire?"

"...Back at the University, I'm afraid." She considers his expression. "Force of habit. Should I be apologizing?"

"Fairies don't really use vehicles except for space travel. But this is not anything like the first time a summoner doesn't realize that at first, so no offense taken. And I do want to seem relatively normal." He flits over the top of the car and gets into the passenger seat, leaning forward enough not to crush the wings. Though the left one might be a bit close to Daphne's head. He does not seem to realize that seatbelts are a thing.

Well, he probably doesn't need one, given what he can do. Daphne puts hers on anyway. She isn't completely certain of his reflexes.

And then he says, "Do I fly it just off the ground, just let you drive it as is, make it act like it weighs half of what it does, what?"

"I was assuming the first one, to be honest."

"So it is ordered, so it shall be." The car starts moving, barely touching the road, following her directions. He goes rather fast, but at least it's not bumpy.

She's fine with fast!

And then they are at the University and he gets to play carjack if he's willing, unless he can figure out how to change a tire without significant previous vehicle-related experience.

"I can play carjack and power tool just fine. I'm pretty good at multitasking, and not just with moving things if you know what I mean." He pointedly and appreciatively glances over Daphne for a moment, then holds the car steady.

"Ooh, are you."

He grins. "Indeed so. And did I mention, daeva can only get so tired?"

"Ooh."

"Mm--since I don't know exactly where you're expecting this to lead, I feel like I should say--I definitely am interested, but I'm also in multiple open relationships, and that bothers some people."

"Well right now I am mostly just flirting. It's fun even without leading to anything else. I'll think about the rest a bit, but look at me not immediately flying off into the sunset."

"Oh, sure. But I've found it's best to get that particular warning out of the way early, just in case."

"Sensible." At any rate, back to imitating a carjack.

Back to replacing the tire! It doesn't take very long; she's had to do this before quite a few times.

"Alright," she says, wiping her hands on a rag. "It would probably be best to tell the police about what happened tonight--they tend to get cranky if I get too cavalier about incredibly weird murder attempts."

"I suppose I'll stay here and start curating bio books for you, since we don't want them to see me."

"Sensible. Thank you. Tomorrow I can get started scoping out which professors might be best to introduce futuristic textbooks in their subjects to."

"See you later, don't forget about the transcription spell. Hm, let's start with old university textbooks..." And then he descends into nerd fugue, writing out booklists and plans.

"I won't!" she calls before he's fully enveloped in fugue.

She goes to the police, who are exasperated with her for attracting another serial killer, but agree to take care of things. Then she goes to her room, email Cecil about a possible trans-computer translation spell, and leaves a note for Jaromira, who's currently out, about the broad strokes of the situation and does she know if Kanimir has something suitable.

Then she crashes, because it has in fact been an exhausting night.

In the morning she goes looking for Nick again.

Nick is still in the same place, though he has apparently acquired large amounts of coffee and paper from somewhere and looks slightly manic. "Aha, good morning! I've worked out some development plans." He flourishes a set of papers that might indicate 'some' as an understatement.