There. Exactly what he'd wanted to hear- something with a little more substance. Lunge found himself leaning forward, elbows resting on the arms of the chair and fingers lacing neatly together with expectation.

"Interesting theory. Have you managed to get it to work in practise here?" He didn't bother to ask whether she'd experimented back at home; young though she looked, Rita spoke with all the confidence of someone who had poured time and effort into her research and would, there was a chance, simply be offended by the implication that she was working without evidence. And given the sort of attitude she'd already shown, Lunge didn't doubt that offending her would shut the conversation down immediately. "I can't imagine magic works the same way across each different 'world'."