"A healthy diet and the occasional deep conditioning treatment. Don't worry, I'm not terribly prone to shedding," he says jovily. Seeing his fellow elfin teleporter is now at ease, his tail reasserts its right to not be so closely tucked to his body, and idly sways, acting as counterbalance to keep his feet more firmly planted on the roof.

Oh, how he misses wall-clinging.

"I was born this way," he adds with a little more context. "I'm what they call a mutant in my world. Humans born a little- or in my case, very- different, often with unique abilities." He is perhaps oversimplifying it, but he's found that succinctness beats overloading people from other realities with too many details at once.

He tries not to think too much about the fact that he's become exceedingly well practiced in talking to people from alternate futures, parallel dimensions and other planes of existence. It's just part and parcel when you sign on for protect the world that hates and fears you duty.