She reminded him of Henry: scattered, eager, nervous, and powerful. Was this what Henry would have become if he'd been able to get through his training rather than being burnt out, impossibly dangerous? The thought was...worrying, to say the least. Slightly depressing. But only slightly, and it was a feeling that was easily squashed.
"Interesting," Jonnard said mildly as he turned that thought over in his head. "Are they necessarily pulled here during a transportation, or just randomly at any moment in time? Is there a pattern of some kind to it?" He asked. Logically, it wasn't possible. Of course, if logic was dismissed, the idea had fascinating possibilities. And troubling ones as well. He certainly wasn't equipped for anyone to follow him.
"Home," Jonnard replied to her question, frowning. "My mother will be disappointed that I didn't arrive," He said. "She spent so much time teaching me how to transport. She'll be upset that I wasn't able to get it to work correctly."