When she teleports before him, she’s frowning at her phone, as if teleporting to meet a grumpy, sometimes headless elf isn’t exciting or dramatic. While his quick movement may have earned a wail or a shriek a day ago, she barley reacts— drawing her eyes from the phone, her lips pursed into half a pout.

“I’m okay. Nothing so far.” She glances down, once more— then tucks it away. “With everything going on, no one should care about being here, right?”