"Fast enough," he replies. "Used to be a very good flier. Tough to keep up when I can't see, though. Been staying down where the light is, here."

He hadn't flown much back on Earth. Never needed to, of course. He had the Bentley, he had planes. Flying would've just attracted attention. But since coming here, he's stretched his wings out more times than he had in centuries. He's still got it, at least.