So say you're a man who's spent more than ten years studying theoretical physics. You know the laws of the universe like the back of your crowbar. You go through some dimensional shenanigans but nothing you can't explain with enough reasoning and cold, hard conjecture. You go out to practice some sprints on the track one day, you look over in the sparring rings, and you see a woman in purple casting a magic spell against a target.

I think anyone in Gordon's situation would have tripped and faceplanted. Furthermore he kind of doesn't care, any athletics have been cast aside under the force of sheer fascination. The man gets up and dusts himself off, puts his glasses back on, and lopes over to watch her for a long moment...

"Hey, uh... excuse me." The bespectacled man in awkward orange shorts says, trying two colloquialisms at once to make sure he gets her attention. "What. What is that you're using on that target?" It can't be magic, right? It's some kind of hard light bullet, or hidden laser focus apparatus...