He was right about one thing: She absolutely could not stay put where she was. Although slightly jarring at first, Number One was quickly getting accustomed to Fizban second-guessing himself out loud. When he announced that he was a powerful magi and produced a live bat out of his pouch, Number One did not question it. There was a split second of doubt, but there were stranger things. After all, most people where she came from would say that they didn't believe in extraterrestrial beings, yet they obviously exist so why not magic users? With the long flowing beard and staff in hand, he certainly looked the part.
Number One smiled gently. "I think it may be swimming, but don't worry, I haven't eaten anything since last night." Or whenever last night in her world might be equivalent to. Until that moment, she hadn't stopped to consider that time might be another factor of difference here. It was another thing to keep in mind to investigate. Tightening her hold on her backpack, the only thing she had on her when she got here, Number One said, "Ready whenever you are," and braced herself for whatever would come next.