Phil's eyebrows shoot up when Rosalind mentions her legacy. He'd already entertained the thought when she'd started talking about building her own professional weather machines in a day, but he's more sure now that he's just been roomed with one of those once-in-a-generation firecrackers that become part of the general schooling curriculum. Now, he could have taken it as a euphemism, but given his experience, he's far more willing to treat it literally these days. The woman literally has a double image wandering around the room.

"I... yes, it would be appreciated, thank you."

Should he sit? That seems impolite.

"If--if you don't mind me asking, you say you made a city fly? People, buildings, infrastructure and all?"