"Oh, right." She's not sure how weird they really look at present - they're both outwardly human, which counts for more in this Manhattan than it might in the one he came from - but yeah, standing out in the sun might not be the most comfortable position for a new rifty with a hangover. Sunshine heads for the shade of a nearby line of trees.

"What it entails depends on the individual," she explains as they walk. "For me, it's, um, not much. Small-scale transmutation, opening locks," embarrassing teleportation mishaps, vampire-specific stuff she prefers not to cop to… Sunshine shrugs, then sits down in the shade. "I'm a baker. Any magic-handling I do is on the side."

But speaking of baking. Food is good for hangovers, right? Presuming that said hangover and the rift's effects aren't just adding up to nausea. Sunshine opens her bag and rummages around for a few moments, producing a little bottle of water (probably not very cold anymore, but at least it's still hydrating) and a paper bag of assorted cookies. She offers him the water, then asks, "Are you hungry?" If not, she can just eat some of the cookies on her own, but she does tend to take enough snacks with her for easy sharing. You never know when you might run into a friend - or a new arrival in need of a blood sugar boost.