And that was the more believable half of his history. Though once he'd gotten some distance, it did seem like a strange daydream. He'd never lost touch with reality, but he'd come close once or twice to wondering if he'd made it all up as a coping mechanism. Fortunately his sanity was unnaturally resilient, largely because he was so singularly focused on getting back.

Maybe he did think he'd just go with it, but the skepticism shouldn't be surprising. Though if he's looking for a demonstration, he's going to have to wait. Five still hasn't recovered enough to perform a single jump. Which... is odd, but not unheard of with how much he went through that last day in 1963. He's been pushing it.

"Spacial manipulation. Teleporting." Like that's no big reveal either, or anything needing explanation. There's a hesitance to say more, but instead he finishes the glass and eyes the bottle before lifting his gaze back to him. Go ahead and call his bluff. "You're the one who asked. It's up to you if you believe me."