[A nod is confirmation for the name, and then the majority of Kratos's attention is drawn by the flare of fire-mana and the flame that appears in the man's hand. It's such a minuscule thing that it's fascinating; the control and finesse that would have taken in Aselia is unheard of these days.

[So the people here can use mana -- and in such a different way. Kratos remembers, a very long time ago, being able to do such things; to light fires and clear air with subtle uses of mana. Not anymore. He hasn't needed those domesticities in so long that he isn't even sure he's capable of it anymore.

[Even still, he's curious to try; and if there's any kind of mana he'd be able to manage it with, it would be either light or lightning. Best not use light, hereabouts -- he wants to keep his wings concealed for as long as possible. Lightning, though ...

[Kratos raises the hand between them, where it would be blocked from casual view by their bodies, and pushes into it the gentlest thread of lightning-mana that he can produce. It crackles across his hand and arm and -- unexpectedly -- it arcs to the street-light they're passing. The bulb flickers and Kratos closes his hand, cutting off the mana.

[Interesting. That reaction suggests their technology is powered by electricity.]