There are times Carla Jean finds this place almost normal. It's always a far cry from what she knew before, both back in Texas and in the year or so she spent on the island, but the way life carries on doesn't actually seem to be that far outside of the ordinary. Then there are times like this, when walking through the park, she sees a friend of hers suspended in midair. This isn't the first time she's seen Erik do this — the day he arrived here was — but that doesn't make it any less bizarre.

From a little ways off, head tilted back so she can actually see him, she folds her arms over her chest. "What the hell are you doin' up there?" she asks. It's good-natured, though, her voice lacking the edge it might've had with someone else. Hell, she doesn't think she'd have blamed him if he were doing this just because he could.