Behind his back, fingers tap, a bit eagerly. Oh, he likes this. She's bashful, and it's familiar and yet not...his brain picks at it, moment to moment, adjusting and rejecting theories. Because the best thing about being here? It could be anything. He's in a interdimensional linkage point - there are no outlandish theories here.

It makes the heart sing.

"I get that a lot," he replies, smile becoming impish. "But let's see if we can't shed some like on that?"

He offers a hand, slowly. "Nikola Tesla. That one."