Balthier has become quite partial to wandering the city on foot himself. He still misses being able to take to the skies, but it's not the worst alternative.

"This way's more pleasant," he says with the jerk of his head. Fewer tourists, more interesting architecture.

It doesn't seem entirely wise to have an open conversation about being metas, not with the attitudes in Central City, but he's still curious. He's met more people who are from worlds similar to this than as different as his own. Bucky blends in better than he did, better than Diana, but maybe not as well as David.

"How similar is this to home for you?" he asks. He takes a sip of his tea to stave off the chill of the weather.