[ that's part of the reason he's doing it, too - chatter might make him sleepy, as wired as he feels. Then, for a few hours, he can pretend this isn't happening.

Zara hums thoughtfully, leaning against the wall by the closet door slightly. ]

Well... To begin with, it's not nearly as advanced as this world. We've no such thing as fireless lights, like you have, or horseless carriages... No machines, either. I hardly recognize anything here.