They can order somethin' in a minute. He's got different concerns now, reaches out, rests his palm on her forehead. "You sure you didn't fall out of the tree and hit your head before you saw old Vince there sportin' wings and claws?" That's sure as hell what it sounds like to him. Man's got that cloak and he does wear the armor. If Freckles here fell and got a concussion, she sure could have dreamed that right up.

Especially considering the rumors about the guy. The part that don't make no sense at all is that one minute he's lyin' on the ground and the next he's mid-air, almost like some magician or somethin'.

Yeah, he's leanin' toward the concussion theory.

"Last time I looked, that son of a bitch was so damn skinny you wouldn't think he'd have room to be hidin' no potions. You sure that's how it went?"

He doesn't disbelieve her. Just doin' a reality check. Then again, he killed a polar bear in the middle of a jungle and watched a monster made of smoke do all sorts of stuff. He can't say he ain't seen his share of weird.