... This place.

[ She's so gentle when she takes his hand, worried that she might hurt him with a touch alone. Slowly, gently, she rubs her thumb against his hand.

She reaches for the napkins to start wiping up the spilled coffee, sweeping as much of the mug together as she can. ]

Apparently, when people come here, they develop unique abilities if they haven't already had them. I've... put a dent in solid durasteel.

[ Or, you know, a car, but that's what it's made of, right? ]