Maine accepts the boxes, balancing them easily in his big hands. He looks a little dubious as Wash describes a hook yanking him by his organs. But it sounds like that won't be what he experiences, which is a good thing. He wouldn't want that to be his first brush with magic.

Although, he supposes it wouldn't be. He's surrounded by magic on all sides, isn't he?

Nodding, Maine prepares himself for the teleportation. Trying to think of it as tech, just for peace of mind. It seems less unsettling.

Then, just like that, he's off. Turns out that teleporting feels really fucking weird. Not in a physical way, but in a more … what, internal way? Something like that.

He comes out the other side shortly after, blinking owlishly at his new surroundings.