Mildmay'd blended into the background while Felix talked – let's face it, a lot of the time it was more arguing than talking – magic with other wizards. He knew how hard it could be getting them to understand each other, and they were all talking about the same stuff, just with different metaphors according to Felix. If that barely worked half the time, he wasn't sure how her figuring out weather powers – mutant, he knew, was like Emma somehow, but what she could do most of the time wasn't like neither of 'em – would help him figure out what he didn't even know he could do.

He shook his head. "Nah. You got your own new shit today."

A pause, then, "I'll manage. But thanks."