[ he wants to retort to that - albeit gently - that she's making his point for him... premeditated or not, that kind of choice... what normal girl her age would be able to do that kind of thing with the determination he'd seen in her eyes? even Vash, someone who whole-heartedly believes and loves the enduring spirit of humanity, couldn't help but be impressed.

still, he lets it go. if she doesn't want to accept it - hey, it's alright. he'll keep his (glowing) opinion of her strength of character to himself. grudgingly.

so he looks at her from the corner of his eye instead at her question. it answers one of his own - 'magical energy; circuits;' was what he'd felt run through him? it was different than anything he had experienced, yet familiar despite this. ]

I'm not sure it'd make much sense if I tried to explain. [ the tried and true It's Complicated, huh? what a cop-out. ]

...Not that I can explain any of what's happening, anyway. [ right; his eyes drift back out to their surreal and non-descript surroundings - some shared space that he could not identify nor define if he tried. how they're even connected like this, where this is-- ]

Don't suppose you know what's going on, do you-- uh. [ ...w-wait. ] Hey, I never even got your name.