"Well, that's fucking horrifying. I say, with a large chunk of my soul carved off and replaced with fairy bullshit, but, y'know."

(How many people from horrifying supertech capitalist hellscapes are on this ship?)

Listen. Why are we and Darcy the only ones from magic Earths?

(...Not sure how that relates but okay.)

Erin gives Jack a nod, points in that same direction as before (about five feet off to his right), winds up, and throws.

It's subsonic, at least.