The likelihood of Maine remaining within the city's confines for a full three months is extremely low. However, he resolves not to head out alone if he does go scouting. Resolves to make sure he has an ability or two beneath his belt before he does, period.

But there's only so much caution Maine can exercise before pure restlessness takes hold. He's not used to idleness.

And he is, for better or worse, still very proud.

Maine stands up as well, following Wash's gaze to the rain that hasn't stopped. He raises his eyebrows as Wash mentions teleporting, giving a curious look. Then he shrugs: Sure.

"Magic or tech?" he asks out of curiosity as he steps closer, ready to help with some of those bakery boxes.