[How strange being entirely cut off from communicating with Zara without help. But in what has become a familiar refrain over the years they've worked together, thank goodness for Elza.]

I can't feel much of anything. But I'm fine. [Though...] I may have to track down my body though.

[Seriously. He thinks whatever left him invisible and intangible TOOK IT FOR A JOYRIDE.] I'll be no help though. I can't manage to touch anything.