Walking side by side with her in the hall required him to keep half a thought on his wings to keep them from bumping the wall, but it was a welcomingly grounding distraction. He once again eyed the empty space at her back as they walked and fought down the urge to ask. Her outfit left no room for the possibility she was concealing her wings. Which meant she didn't have any. The thought occurred to him slowly; perhaps she'd never had wings. She was from a different world right? He wanted desperately to ask. He wouldn't though.

He needed a distraction. "Would you tell me about the friends you mentioned? The one's that, uh, alternate-me knew? You said they were here too right?"