It's about as simple or jarring as stepping from one room to the next. [ Still, he tugs Mantis forward, and as all proper gentlemen should he makes the smooth transition from joined hands to joined arms, the twisted connection loose to leave Mantis room to pull away if she so wished. This was New York, though, and he'd much prefer not to lose her in the hustle and bustle of all the humans walking the street. The mere idea of Mantis being cornered in an alleyway already gives him the beginnings of a headache.

Of course, this makes it ironic that Stephen is walking her into an alleyway himself, but he's found his life the butt of many a cosmic joke the moment he set foot in Kamar-Taj. ]

I would've thought your ship was capable of hyperspace travel by now. [ His arm slips from hers to hold his hand and its sling ring out, and even as it trembles -- as even his second hand trembles when he begins to draw circles with it -- a portal materialises in a ring of sparking lights coloured like fire.

The spacious foyer of the New York Sanctum is seen through the ring; Stephen's arms drop, and he gestures towards it with a sweep of his arm. ] After you.