Terrence watches the display, wide-eyed. It's... Quite a contrast to the usual disposition he gives off.

"Splendid! Oh, oh, wait a moment..." Terrence initially reaches for where Zafika's arm should be but stops himself short - personal space, Mr. Torrence. You've only just met! Instead, he swipes a napkin off of the table next to them and unfolds it like a miniature tablecloth before draping it over the other knight's invisible appendage.

"Haha, it's floating!"