"Completely." The boyish grin comes back, and he shakes his head. "I've been offered so many fixes for things involving charms, spells, magic items, the works. Working at Hellsing made me have to brush up on my knowledge of things I swore were made-up, back home. The state of technology threw me, too."

He digs around in his pocket, fishing out his CiD. "You have these," he says, waving it. "Pretty elaborate communication devices. But not much else in the way of computers. Trains but no motor vehicles. I have to wonder how much of what little technology there is is native, and how much was brought here by people like us."