Meanwhile, Manfred kept running, but turned his eyes over to her while she spoke. He gave her a quick nod.

"Teleportation? That sounds... really, really useful. But... I don't... know what 'earthy stuff' really means. ...Like, molding the earth... or making earthquakes? ...Sorry, don't know much about it."

His treadmill began to slow down, finally, but it was at a measured rate. Something of a longer cooldown from the high mark.