[ His companion—who definitely seems otherworldly but in a slightly disappointing way, like a member of some kind of cross-dimensional traveling salesforce—has been trailing after him, reliably lagging behind. When he's not squinting skeptically skyward or looking wistfully backward he's preoccupied with keeping his suit jacket out of reach of treacherous thorns, either dodging or slapping them away; for his trouble, his hands are pretty scratched up. ]

Me? [ Unfortunately, even pure unadulterated disbelief looks a little—well, rehearsed, on Jimmy. His mouth kind of flops open and his eyes widen. He stares for a good long moment at the sword hanging at this guy's waist. Glances over his shoulder as if seriously considering wandering this...stupid family restaurant placemat of a maze alone.

Then the look in his eye hardens. Not a lot, but you know. ] Okay, well, the tablet should know—first of all, that's libel. I have a second of all, but [ —Jimmy cranes his neck, trying for a peek at the tablet in question, and raises his voice as if the crumbling stone slab might indeed be eavesdropping— ] I don't think we need to let things progress to that.