[Barclay lifts the woman with easy grace. Which would be an impressive feat of athletic ability, if Tommy here hadn't just totally upstaged him by shifting half an aircraft on his lonesome. Oh well. Barclay isn't jealous. He's helping, and also— this lad suddenly looks uncomfortable with his observation. It makes sense, for someone who's new here.] You shouldn't worry, [the pirate tells him.] There are quite a lot of individuals with magic and psychic abilities and other shapes to shift into here.

Werewolves, vampires, warlocks, the fae. That sort of thing. We're getting along quite well. No one will judge or mark you for it. [He bundles her up higher on his chest. It then occurs to him-- reflex, really. That maybe he should add a small footnote of warning. That all this is contingent on the superhumans minding themselves. But in the end, he knows this to be paranoid. After all, Tommy had just helped, hadn't he? Barclay has learned trust, since Eudio.]

Come. There are vehicles that will take us to the city.