[Carriages pulled by horses? Oof, that's practically the Stone Age compared to what he's used to. How on earth did people live back then? He has no idea, he's pretty sure he'd die if he didn't have access to a modern convenience store.
Following her at a slower pace back to the table, he drops down into the chair next to hers and looks over at the page she's holding up. Absently, he leaves his crutch next to the table, and rubs his right forearm before throwing his arm over the back of the chair.]
No, I don't.
[The city does, but if carriages are the level of technology she's used to he doesn't think it'd be all that helpful to start rambling about the technicalities. A lot of it would probably just go over her head and confuse her. Besides, he's got a much simpler answer he can give her.]
... I can make wings for myself. [Out of air or AIM or whatever, technically, but again, that's getting into a level of detail he doesn't think he needs to go with her. The basic idea of 'extraneous limbs used for flight' is the point he wants to get across.] They let me fly.
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Following her at a slower pace back to the table, he drops down into the chair next to hers and looks over at the page she's holding up. Absently, he leaves his crutch next to the table, and rubs his right forearm before throwing his arm over the back of the chair.]
No, I don't.
[The city does, but if carriages are the level of technology she's used to he doesn't think it'd be all that helpful to start rambling about the technicalities. A lot of it would probably just go over her head and confuse her. Besides, he's got a much simpler answer he can give her.]
... I can make wings for myself. [Out of air or AIM or whatever, technically, but again, that's getting into a level of detail he doesn't think he needs to go with her. The basic idea of 'extraneous limbs used for flight' is the point he wants to get across.] They let me fly.