Flew. Right. Oh, and murdered an entire race. Yes, this place was extremely normal alright. Except for the fact that it really, really wasn't.
"You flew?" he asked, blinking a bit. Mason had never encountered anyone that could fly. Sure, there were plenty of reaps he'd done that consisted of people that thought they could fly, usually due to drugs or just being generally crazy, but never anyone that actually could. The gravelings couldn't even fly, and they could do all sorts of things that people couldn't do. But they weren't people in the slightest, not once they were gravelings at least, so that wasn't really the best arguement. "How the hell did you manage to fly?"
And then there was the murder of her race. "And you look plenty white to me, and considering how there's tons of other white people around on this planet, I'm not exactly sure what makes you think your race got murdered, love. Besides. I've never killed off a race before anyway and I don't know who you are." Shit. This dimension must already have someone that looked like what he looked like to the living. Well, that was just great. And made the whole point of looking different to the living a completely useless thing, even if it was already rather useless after moving to a different country and being dead for fifty years anyway.
But, Mason wasn't aware of the fact that in his new dimension, he didn't look different to the living.
"I'm Mason," he said simply, brow perked a bit. "Who are you?"