"Oh, it's no inconvenience. I just get up, tap a spot by the door, and mess with a few settings. It's as easy as reading a book. And, Sorry about the drink, again. I promise, they're not all bad." Jo explained, about to stand up when he moved his face close to hers, his eyes meeting her icy ones directly. She froze, swallowing before she leaned her head back. "w..Well, um... Some guy with strange white hair comes through a book, can burn my house down any time he wants.. a-and, um, calls me and everyone around me a god... How'm I not supposed to be...?" Her eyes darted around as she tried to find something that wasn't his eyes to look at, before catching on his ears. 

"...Your...Ears...?" She brought a hand to his ears, almost touching them before he stood up. "...What happened to them? I've.. I've never seen ears like that. Do they hurt?" She asked, eyes caught on them as he moved about. She fell silent as he explained the different kinds of magic, tilting her head as she watched his strange interactions with her TV's base. 

"I.. I see. That sounds... " She paused, thinking of the right words to say. "That sounds devastating, and quite frankly, the most awful thing for a people to have to go through. I hope everything's recovered quickly; I know that catastrophic events can really... Really linger." She gestured to the window as a cloud rolled by. She fell silent as she tried to think of a response for the last bit, standing up thoughtfully. "...Well, that explains why you think we're gods up here," She murmured, examining him carefully. "But, honestly, a platform system is more similar to a tree than it is to anything that floats, I can promise you that. Though, it still blows me away that you live on the ground... Here, it's all wasteland- lined with either ashes, bones, ruins, toxic waste, deserts, or any combination of those. The air is bad enough up here; the people who are lower than me have to wear masks constantly just to not be ill all the time. And the people on the lowest platform have to wear protective rubber suits when the rainy season comes along... I can only imagine how much worse it is on the ground." She explained, moving closer to the man as he opened the book.

"...Oh, I get it. Stay safe- erm, if you'd like, I can stop by the diner again and send you some fries later. You'd just need to tell me when you're ready for it." she offered, peering in at the again wordless book. "...Could I?" Her eyes went to his face at the thought of going to see his world, excitement bringing them wide. "I've.. I've never seen the ground in person... Or grass... Or real trees.. or-um, anything you've written to me about. I can bring a flashlight- er, an electronic torch- if it's dark."