“Not actually what I meant. I mean, what is this stuff he’s telling me about being hunted and — he’s not — ” She waggled her tongue, losing the train of speech. “It’s you and all the Lokis that come here — this one, this Clint — I am going to get him a new name I swear — is not from this worldspace. So what is going on?”
He threw his free hand up, with a somewhat bemused, “Not a clue. I’m still trying to devise a way to figure out when dimensional activity is going to happen. Hell, I’ve managed to accidentally wander from Seventh into a quarantined war zone, and I got out via the incredibly scientific method of ‘back tracking.’ As for what’s going on with him, specifically, also not much of a clue. I keep meaning to ask him, but things keep coming up.”
“I thought you and Flyte were building a device for that. He’s the one knows all about world-walking.” She shook her head, pushing that thought aside. “So he’s staying here? And incidentally there’s sex going on?”