He raised a brow, "Ain't too hard t'get down once you settle in proper that you wanna learn it. Only been usin' it since I started wit' t'team." He admitted, sauntering over and offering her a cigarette from his tin. "Y'pretty good wit' de spells tho, gunna have t'admit. Never learned magic, me, jus' got t'powers I was born wit'. Not entirely sure magic ain't a t'ing you can jus' learn, anyway. Gotta have somet'in' inside you 'forehand."
He retracted the staff and tucked it back into his belt, before lighting a cigarette, himself. "Was told, once, t'at I coulda been a Omega. Means one'a t'big powers. Had 'nough power in me to shift t'world, an' couldn't control it..." He took a drag of his cigarette, melting into a seat on the patio nearby, "So I got someone t'fix t'at in me. Make t'power more manageable. Still get surges, tho', big'ns..." He let that thought drop, and he shook his head. He didn't need to tell her that sometimes he became a loose canon, where he couldn't control what he did. There were times when the faulty rewiring of his brain short circuited and he'd blinded himself, or he charged something other than inorganic material. He didn't want to do that.