Ah, well, that certainly isn't anything like Ava's ability. It's not quite the same as teleportation, clearly more temporally located, and given her distaste for the word magic, it's likely technologically based. But then the date on the technology --

Right, there's time for wondering about that later. He digs through his pockets at her prompting; there's no handkerchief to speak of, but he does have a clean, crumpled napkin in his jacket pocket. Given the pen-written list of weapons on it, it must be from the Battle Royale.

"Sorry. This ought to do for the time. Would you like to sit down?" The question of her wellbeing goes unspoken, mostly because he suspects she'll only wave the concern away.