"Paramecia," he says briefly as he shakes his head, amused. Maybe he never really got around to explaining all that to Will, though. Anyway, trying to picture becoming the embodiment of silence itself is both funny and nearly impossible.

And it's also not that important compared to what Will is suggesting. He furrows his brows a little as he thinks about it - because no, obviously he's never become powerless or weak or anything of the sort in high humidity, and he's not sure what there is to test.

"Humid air's still mostly air," he points out. "Not an actual body of water. Why, what were you thinking of?"