[ That answer takes him off guard, makes both eyebrows lift. One is finely made, the other is white, grows in strange, wiry tufts. But they both lift in unison. ]

The final frontier, huh?

There are people like that at home. Lanterns. [ His knowledge of them is very thin; enough that he didn't recognize Aya for what she was. ] You'd have to ask someone else about them, though. I was always grounded. Part of Gotham.