"You're part of the network," Anakin said. That gave him a starting point. And her as well.
"Everyone else here sees my Earth prosthetic." He moved the fidget spinner up and around the tops of his metal fingers. "Not this other universe gift." He still wished he had his Earth prosthetic, even if he had full mobility with this new one. It was the principle, he hadn't chosen this one.
"Which means-" he said, getting back to the 'weird' - which, given the signals he was sending off: music blasting out of his ears, sunglasses on, hands fiddling with anything he put in them - he had no legs to stand on.
And speaking of weird, where had that persistent, driving, nagging feeling gone?
"You're not here for the new car smell. What were you following? What do you want with me?"