"So people continue to practice magic on your world? You say it's in development. Has it not been practiced before?" He shrugs a shoulder as he follows Peter outside. "I like to feel productive. Mentoring is my passion, but revealing myself as a Titan is complicated. And people are often suspicious of mysterious layabouts."

Peter's comment on humans fighting one another leaves a small grimace on his face, mostly hidden by his woolen mask. This is something he is familiar with as well.

The chill outside is as strong as if's ever been. There has been no lull in this weather for months, as evidenced by the snowdrifts that only increase in size when they leave the safety of the Plaza. Prometheus follows easily, and squints at the rather unassuming portal. It's as frozen over as the rest of them. "You said you were getting takeout? Did you pass through a door, or take a wrong turn somewhere, or...?"