Yes, we have balloons back then. [He narrows his eyes a bit at that; it's still a discomforting concept, being from the past.]

I own a balloon, actually. I'm not a professional aeronaut by any means, but... [He powers down his Xtransceiver and returns it to his coat pocket, then looks up with a somewhat smug smile.] I have, on occasion, piloted it myself.

[He leans forward slightly to watch Paprika type the text message, noting that she is much faster than he is at it. He still can't get over the fact that the letters on the keyboard aren't in alphabetical order! They're all jumbled up! Why!?] I see. You are very quick with that; It would have taken me more time to do that than it would have just to go find him. [He laughs.]