San Francisco and Tokyo shoved in a blender would be exactly what it is, but forget that, Hiro has more important questions.

"Wait, what?" He blinks a couple of times and then levels a confused look at Jack, who's definitely real and solid and standing right next to him, not even a little see-through. Snowcone powers and old man hair aside, he looks...pretty normal. Hiro frowns. "I believe in what I see, and I've seen a bunch of weird stuff going on since I got here. Giant turtles, telepathic hounds, people coming back from th-"

He trips over that last bit, but smooths past it just as quickly. "-the dead. Call it magic or call it whatever you want. I'm not gonna stick my fingers in my ears and pretend it's not happening, but that doesn't make it any less weird to me. That kinda stuff doesn't happen at home."