This was not what he expected, but it's fascinating all the same.

If he'd had this ability...if he'd ever even thought it possible...the Saint would have been truly unstoppable. Flitting through the jungles on shadows' wings, dodging and juking patrols and landmines and all of it. And for a spy? What could be a more perfect way of carrying out his espionage? It's dizzying, but Elsie seems to be navigating it just fine. Born of practice, likely - or perhaps just inherent.

The end of his leg where his prosthetic attaches gives a little twinge of pain, more psychosomatic than anything. Moving so quickly means he should be using his legs, right? Only natural for the crippled one to hurt.

"This is...amazing," he says quietly.