Had he his own powers he would have flared his qi in warning for daring to act like she could tell him what to do. As it stood, however, she apparently had hers and he (big, internal sigh) did not.

And, apparently, she'd only been forgone them a few hours. Meanwhile he had to wait a full day for the damn ship to dock before he could even attempt to look for his clothes. And he wasn't going to get a tattoo until he had confirmed if Oracle Type-Writer was telling the truth about the location of his belongings. Which meant an even longer wait.

As tattoos were usually the mark of lowlife criminals and degenerates he would never normally associate with, getting one was not something he would choose if there was a choice in how he regained his power. But as it was the only one readily available and knwn....

"What power does a child such as you have?" He asked, keeping an eye on her while he checked the map again.