Henry nods, although he frowns a bit at the whole 'cannon balls out of his face' part. That's a little over and above even what he's used to. "There are worlds that have that. They all call it something different...usually, they're in the minority. And...uh, don't have cannons for faces. I mostly came across people with fire powers...ice, telepathy, sonic waves...that sort of thing."

So it's not totally out of the realm of understanding. "My world wasn't like that. We had supernatural stuff. Ghosts and monsters." He prefers the super powers, messy as it makes things.

He switches directions, taking a left. He finally made it to the part of the Plaza he remembers. Okay, so Paul had taken him this way... He's still keeping an eye out for that vending machine.