“Okay,” Michael says after you make him go careening into the floor. “We need a better plan.”

“You need to work on your communication,” Skeets says, floating by his head.

You’re a magician. He thinks. Something with magic, Michael hadn’t been paying attention to your backstory. He’s more focused on the fact you’re supposed to be his partner. He asked for a sidekick, and he got you. You don’t even work well together! Just shooting magic out of your hands. He scoffs. It’s not that cool.