This whole world was unnerving and Chris found himself more than once wishing for his phaser or his tact suit, something that would make him feel more prepared in this unnerving world. However, he was never good at waiting. He knew magic wasn't his forte or area of expertise, but he couldn't just sit around doing nothing.
He made his way into the green, not sure if he was looking for supplies or just to work off some restless energy.
He sees something under a tree, not sure if its a fairy or an illusion.
"Hello..." he calls cautiously, ignoring the voices in his head telling him to get the hell out of here because he's not prepared for this.