On an average day, most of the time he's awake Nick pays attention with half a brain, trying to grab one of the incoming summons. He's finally the first one to respond about halfway through a recording of some old TV show.
"Fairies don't have a speed limit. Practically speaking, I try to avoid significant fractions of c... Well, I guess we do have a limit, the speed of light, my bad."
"Being a fairy is great, it's true. Alas, as far as I know there is no way to become one. But when humans at large finally figured out summoning on the other Earth, space colonization became much cheaper. The price of orbital, um, insertion is a couple trays of muffins, not however many thousands of dollars per kilogram."
"That sounds amazing. Our space program's pretty much stalled at this point, I think."
I definitely plan to give this world's sciences a good, solid kick. They eradicated malaria in 2030 or so, off the top of my head."
"Excellent." She finishes her sandwich. "Oh--when we get to the police station, it might be best if you waited in the car, or maybe even a bit into the woods in case they want to search my car again. That guy'll probably end up spilling that you coerced him into unsummoning you, and it might prompt awkward questions about why you were willing to threaten someone to send you home if you were just coming right back if they see you."
"I can stay away, sure. But how will you explain the supposedly broken down car moving?"
"It's just a flat tire. If you're as fast as you say, replacing it before going out to the station shouldn't be difficult."
"I don't actually know how cars work, but I'm sure it won't be hard to fix it together."
Daphne's car is far enough down the road to not be visible from the cabin, but not enough to take more than a couple of minutes for even Daphne's ploddy human feet.
Fwoosh! They are next to her car. She doesn't even feel the wind, since he brings the air around them along for the ride.
"Woo, trippy."
She unlocks the driver's side door, pauses, and asks: "Can you use your telekinesis to pick locks?"
"If every one of your particles changes speed at the same time you can accelerate without getting smushed. These locks, maybe. The ones I'm used to are designed to prevent it. Not that I have much of a reason to go around picking locks."
"The shenanigans that get foisted upon me are pretty unusual," she allows, sliding into the driver's seat and unlocking the passenger side door from inside he car.
"...Back at the University, I'm afraid." She considers his expression. "Force of habit. Should I be apologizing?"
"Fairies don't really use vehicles except for space travel. But this is not anything like the first time a summoner doesn't realize that at first, so no offense taken. And I do want to seem relatively normal." He flits over the top of the car and gets into the passenger seat, leaning forward enough not to crush the wings. Though the left one might be a bit close to Daphne's head. He does not seem to realize that seatbelts are a thing.
Well, he probably doesn't need one, given what he can do. Daphne puts hers on anyway. She isn't completely certain of his reflexes.
And then he says, "Do I fly it just off the ground, just let you drive it as is, make it act like it weighs half of what it does, what?"
"So it is ordered, so it shall be." The car starts moving, barely touching the road, following her directions. He goes rather fast, but at least it's not bumpy.