It's a suspended judgement. But being capable isn't a bad thing, she thinks.

"No," she agrees, tilting a look up off the landscape, the waterfall she's introduced, to glance up at the clear dome of the sky. It's interesting to be in the one place on Earth, or an Earth, that reaches closest to it. The watermist kicked up into the air tends to freeze and glitter, basic science mingling between memories just to be briefly fabulous before disappearing swiftly into the vastness of the mountain slope. "But isn't it a wonderful excuse to wear fur all year round?"

She pushes herself back from the terrace edge, never really unbundling her arms from around herself since present the god given gift intended for the stranger. "What can I call you?"