Carla Jean's brow arches sharply, though one corner of her mouth twitches upward once he makes it to the ground. "Well, I guess that's one way to do it," she says. "Sounds like there's a story behind that." Meditation and control are one thing, but the rest seems to her like it's in response to something specific. She doesn't know if talking about it will do as much good as levitating five feet in the air like that, but she can't help being curious now anyway.