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She gave a not very convincing answer that she was warmer before standing up. Mikhail followed suit, and was punished with two cramps in his knees. He grimaced. "Ahhhh....ermf....that smarts..." He hobbled upright, hopping up and down a bit until his knees relaxed. He breathed out, "Phew, that's a bit better. Okay, maybe this will work better if we're standing." He breathed into his hands again and resumed rubbing her arms vigorously. In the middle of it, he heard her ask "So...what...what do you do?"

"I do many things," he responded, still rubbing her arms, "But, I assume you are referring to "what do I do that put me in this school." It's a bit difficult to explain in English, so how about I show you?" He stopped rubbing and instead grasped her arms as he released gravity's hold on both of them. In a matter of seconds, they were already floating, and before a minute was up, they were hovering about two feet in the air, standing as if on an invisible block. He smiled at her, before commenting, "Jeez, you really are cold. Maybe you should think warmer thoughts."