"Ehhh, not so much 'compulsive' as 'chronic.' That's more the word I'd use," Rich said, giving Grif a reassuring grin, before turning to face the heralds.

He wasn't wearing his prosthetic, in case he needed to use his energy arm, but it kept it powered down for now, just in case they'd take the use of his powers as threatening. He could power it up fairly quickly if he needed to.

He floated up in the air, a decent distance away from the open threshold gate and called out to him.

"Surfer! I'd like a word with you."