"Well, that's great," Sefton muttered to himself. That it wasn't proven was hardly a deterrent, but that did mean it would be harder to find data on the phenomena and figure out a way to duplicate it. Considering he didn't have any sort of tools on hand, either, investigating now would probably just lead to more frustration than was worth it.

He sighed roughly, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe I could talk to him... listen to what he's got." That Lance was right there, that Lance existed, and he was in another world entirely were all too much to take in at once. Sefton settled for focusing on the latter point, as it seemed more urgent, and tried to keep from drifting back to the former and freaking himself out.