Marty shrugs, conceding that maybe it isn't always bad. After all, he did get like, five hours of seeming normalcy before the terrorist threats started and the sky ripped open. It's possible Baedal isn't a total shit-hole 24-7. Right now, he doesn't care about that so much as he's fixating on the magic.

"Not bad for someone new. You, uh." He's uncharacteristically hesitant, trying to choose his words carefully for once. This is the first time he's talked about magic with somebody who wasn't his sister, and it's kind of... weird. "Anyone teach you, or what? I mean, because the most impressive thing I can do is make a coin land on heads like, a hundred times in a row."