"One of it's delights and frustrations," he says, voice softened. "Existence is capable of much."

More than imagined, and less than the sum of the imaginings that could have been.

Either way, he lifts his hands, pressing his palms together and offering a smile out the window, such as it is.

"Is there anything those of us from the Voidtrecker Express can do to assist you, beyond these, ah, forms?" A gesture to the one he's been sidetracked from, all things considered.