He sighs, clearly irritated, but does pause his work for just a moment to explain. "I have limitations, Matthew, Angels. I can't tell you your answer outright, as Fortune forbade it. Perhaps in the future, but. Not. Now." And then he quickly goes back to his invisible typing.

"I can say this. My particular matrix between Here and There requires... less of a personal involvement in synchronous connectivity than some. As a result, my Jaunts require a lot of work initially, but eventually sustain themselves on their own power until such a time as the Jaunt is concluded. Each of us has fail-safes in place should something happen, but... well, you weren't here for the aftermath of Boston."