Raine stops the rheaird mid-air when she hears Pepper. The craft hovers tidily, with only a quiet hum and the whirling flicker of its engine to say that it's actually engaging energy to do what it's doing. She lifts one hand from the handlebars, smiling, and waves a greeting in return. "Hello, Pepper," she says warmly. "This is called a rheaird. It's a relatively harmless piece of magitechnology-- they're native to my world."

She's thrilled for a number of reasons, actually. Flying; finding something from her world a little more distinctive than gels. "The function is obvious, I hope," Raine adds, a little dry, teasing in her understated way.