Estinien seems to roll his eyes a little at that, as if Jensen has clearly misunderstood him. He sighs.

"I mean people who are clearly not from my world," he says, somewhat impatiently. "Who complain about... planes? And lines of power?" He doesn't really know what those things are. They are words he recognizes but don't seem to relate to any objects he's familiar with. "As if they are things that should be understood."