"Yeah, it's...we're about four hundred years and a million and a half miles away from where I was before here," she says, and shrugs as she studies her arm.

"This could turn out to be a really awkward conversation, but they're recurring burns. It happens every time I sweat, which is kind of all the time," Nori shrugs. "And taking the gauntlets off is not a good option." Especially here, though she doesn't go into why. (But she would like to not be responsible for everyone being in the dark, and potentially electrocuted.)

"You don't sound like an ass, no. But speaking of yourself, you got a name?"