[ Bold of him to trust an old man wearing glasses to toss him anything. What if he aims wrong and bonks the guy on the head? But thankfully there's no injury immediately forthcoming, Welt tossing over the screwdriver with surprisingly good aim; so long as Midnight makes a smidgeon of effort, it ought to be a successful relay.

There's a lot he could say in reply to that question. When previous consequences have resulted in both the loss of his physical body and years spent in an imaginary dimension, a simple set of handcuffs doesn't seem so bad. But all that is probably too much to unload on a first meeting. ]

Not like I really have anywhere else to be. [ Well— ] I suppose there are people waiting for me back home, but there's no point in rushing things when we know so little about our circumstances. Besides—

[ and here he shoots Midnight a lopsided smil,e ]

Time learning more about the rules of this place and what we can and can't do is still a pretty good use of time.