A man in his late twenties is walking by, heading in the opposite direction. His pace suggested that he's been here long enough to have some idea of where he was going, despite the ever-changing nature of this multiversal hub. He's dressed in clothes that don't really add or take away from the look of him. They're functional more than anything else. A good looking enough guy, but ... kind of scruffy.

And then there's the attitude. The body language tends to say it even when the words or the look on his face doesn't. It's almost a cavalierness. Definitely aloof.

He hadn't even noticed the black goop that the other man was messing with until he stopped and posed his question. 'More magic', he thinks to himself, 'it's always magic around here'. It so happens that his stance is beginning to soften a little on unseen forces that respond to some people and not others, but he still doesn't trust it.

In the black, he sees something he's seen so many times before. The very distinctive impact of when blaster fire hits a non-reflective target - a flare and a small rain of sparks. Why of all the things is he gonna see that in this guy's spell? Inwardly, he's a bit concerned, outwardly he just shrugs.

"A firework." Han lies. "Is it broken or something? Why do you need someone else to look at it?"