It'd be easier if you were shorter, too. [She stops short of suggesting he lose a few inches. What if that meant his feet disappeared? He'll feel her shudder at the image.]

But since you passed out...there's not, uh, that wing hunter guy isn't back looking for other pieces this time or anything, right? [Albert doesn't know; the mountain landscape suddenly feels much more sinister.] I can help you or I can fight but probably not both at the same time.