...Anywhere I can see, I guess?

[ No laughter, that's... new. It's all he was used to back home, being the butt of a joke or an oddity or a freak, to the point where he was genuinely anxious in expectation of wow, that's weird, what's wrong with you? or something akin. Maybe do you have a condition? if Carver was feeling particularly generous.

So maybe he sounds just a teeny bit hesitant in his answer, like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop still. There are no mirrors in this room, he's made sure of that (doesn't want to look at himself anyway, and what would be the point? does he have hair to fix, clothes to keep from looking mussed?), but he's still fidgety, gets a glimpse of pale feet and spindly legs before-- ]

Thanks. For being cool.

[ Not text, but he cuts the video to audio at the very least. He's tired of texting, but it feels safer this way. ]

Kind of used to people giving me crap about... y'know. [ He's waving at thin air here, forgetting Carver can't see his flippy little gesture. He sounds a bit tired. ] This.

[ A beat. Moooooooving on: ]

I can move people through them too. Bigger stuff. [ COUGH. ] ATMs.