"You're a phoenix? News to me. Still, one quarter dragon, one quarter phoenix. All great air creatures. I like you. Air spirits, like myself, tend to be seriously territorial, and I've marked my territory as anything around cloud level and higher in New America. So if I get superhuman too high, they they'll meet my fist, with a tornado coming out of it. I mean, apart from you. You let me into yours, so I suppose it's only fair. And, uh, I do kind of shoot down any planes coming in. I mean, I don't kill anyone, of course, but I've probably cost the airlines more than this city cost to build. But hey, if you've got an aeroplane flying through your kitchen, what are you meant to do?"