Ah yes. Erskine smiles a little, listening to Raine talk about her magic and theories and research, remembering the conversation they'd had about Raine needing some real hobbies. He's not so quick to dismiss all of this as he was before; during that last conversation Raine had been pretty persuasive about her love of research and mathematics and the like. Still not Erskine's cup of tea, but to each their own.

"Your--" He frowns for a moment, trying to remember where he's heard that word. "Your flying machine?"