Without his glasses on, Bazzer couldn't see anything close by so he didn't notice Mac leaning on the bar. Gesturing with the bottle, he hit Mac's arm with it, the glass bottle connecting solidly with the other man's arm and then continued on to knock his glasses off the counter. Shit. "Sorry," Bazzer said automatically, not moving in case he stepped on his glasses. He couldn't see the floor, much less where they were. "Ah...you wouldn't see my glasses would you?" Now he was embarrassed, and tipsy. He would never have knocked his glasses sober, even if he could see them. He was too careful.
"Anyways," he replied, waiting to see if Mac would give his glasses back to him. If not, well, he could see to fly. He could make do perhaps for a while. "Yeah. I figure, this has to be another dimension or something from where I'm from. I'm from Earth so this isn't another planet. Don't know how it happened, but everyone where I live has some ability. Like wings. Here...you don't."