Jake wishes he felt as confident as she is, biting at the inside of his lip even as he nods as if agreeing. If nothing else he's going to agree because she's willing to help him and if nothing else, that helps to calm the racing of his heart. At least he thinks it's racing, it's not as if he can feel it at all.

"Huh. I guess you see weird things like this all the time then huh?" Interesting as it is, Jake's kind of glad his doesn't. They make things like Snukes and the wars he's been through, and add magic to science and he's not sure it's something he'd want to face. Except that he kind of is now.

"What's the difference between magic and however it is they give us powers, or the machines do it?" And asking as a legit question, not trying to be a dick. To him it's magic that he can channel his pain and anger into blasting the hell out of things, after all.

"Uhmm, no. No moths. Saw some odd things on the mining trip, but not mot... What? You can?"

He moves forward, excited as he looks at his hand... which has faded back to basically nothingness. His expression falls then, sighing. "Or not?"

Though even as he say it, he backs up once more. "Uhmmmm...."