"You can't even go back to the plane? Huh." He bit his lip for a second, thinking. "You don't think you're stuck world-hoppin' for too long, do you? Should we be lookin' for a way to stop it?"

He pushed himself backwards a small ways, then pulled his feet up and just let the swing rock back and forth. He shook his head. "Not my job, just visitin' people." He paused, and smiled, amused. "Not that I have what most people would call a steady job anyway, but whatever. It works."