"To some cosmic asshole, everyone here is lower classes," he gestures to himself. "Even stylish bastards like me. Ha!"

He shrugs. "Just means it's not psychic. It's whatever magic mumbo jumbo is going on. If it was psychic I should be able to follow it. So maybe the Fellowship of the Void can figure it out, considering I've seen Fabio the Black Mage running around everywhere."

He gives her a fresh drink because, fuck it, it's not his booze!