There's an undeniable tension, of course, but more distracting than that is the floating - he'd seen the debris, but not his new acquaintance's feet off the ground. Fascination lights up his face.

"Are you floating?" He asks, unable to help but state the obvious in what's clearly a gush about it. "That's amazing! I don't think we've met, because I don't think I've ever met anyone who can do that. You must be very skilled at the magic you use."

Ever-investigative, he reaches to one of the closer pieces of floating detritus, only brushing it with his fingertips. It doesn't drop, but dips from the impact. Fascinating.

"What's your name? If you don't mind me asking."