"So you knew of other worlds before you came here," says Rashad. He'd assumed when she compared her world to others she based her words on what she had learned since arriving in this place, but if she was already a traveler between worlds that changes things significantly. This is not a matter of planes, either, but of actual parallel worlds, something of which he'd been unaware until his arrival in Manhattan and the discovery that so much of what he had known back home was either absent or hidden from his view here.

"Perhaps your world is not so different to mine," he muses, though he's not willing to forward the possibility that perhaps her world is the same as his. She calls magic by the name of science, after all; while things may have changed in the past century and a half he doubts science will subsume magic in that manner...particularly because mortals' ability to channel the aether has been lessening, not increasing. "I have not met many people here who know more than what is possible in a universe such as this one. Were I a thaumaturge myself I might try to learn from you the differences between the practices."

As beneficial as such an arrangement might be, it is more prudent to pretend that he is magically incompetent. Only the angel and his pet demon know any better, and it is as well that it remains so.