[The redhead seemed supremely undisturbed by both the speed and the mental reverb of the blonde's words. His hands didn't even leave his pockets until one of them lifted to fiddle with some odd little technological bobble at his ear. No, the stabilizer seemed to be fine, so that was probably a power and not a Fissure effect...]

Since about two-thirds of the way up the cliff. You didn't seem to need any help so I thought I would just wait for you to come back down.

[He smiled a little, tilting his head as he slid his hand back into its pocket. The green longcoat he wore was adorned with straps and buckles, with thorn vine detailing along the major seams and edging.]

I won't tell anyone if you'd prefer, but you shouldn't have any problems here in terms of acceptance.