Mobius is aware that he must be frustrating, being reticent to talk details when he's the one that constantly wants to know everything about everything. When they could be open, if in a roundabout way, to each other before.

When did he get so sensitive, anyway?

"Nothing of note. There was a rift, out in the countryside, somewhere we'd been trying to help improve things before, and several of us were given the gift in the process." Couple poor souls on the run who stumbled ass backwards into the whole thing, too, it seems like. These things happen, like it or not.

He flexes his hand. "It's almost a blessing unto itself that it was through relatively mundane means and not," with an encompassing motion, "in the midst of something far more exciting."