As Abby prepares to cast the spell, Claude watches curiously to see what the difference might be between her own magic and what he'd learned what feels like in another lifetime and then some ago. At first it doesn't seem to be visibly different since to him it looks like she's calling upon something. With success, because the sudden burst of wind sends the fabrics askew and there's a second where he blinks while the rest of the market looks around puzzled, and then he thinks: whoops.

Though Claude's not one to be in someone's personal space without considerable warning or far more friendship involved, as the fabrics rustle up to create enough minor chaos for them to slip away, he takes the chance to do just that after throwing an arm around Abby's shoulders to bring her along with.

"It totally works. Just pretend like we're browsing things and have no idea what happened," he says while making their way to the end of that aisle to duck into another one before letting her go. He might also be doing a poor job of not laughing as he says it though it's not at Abby's expense - it's something more like delight even if the merchants and vendors they left behind are still grumbling away over having to clean up after that sudden gust of wind. "That was good! Far better than the first time I tried casting it myself considering I think I barely even got a leaf on the ground to blow away."

Not idle flattery since magic never has been his forte, and not even having the Singularity as a boost (or whatever it is that's helping them) seems to have made much of a difference for him. "Something tells me you'll be up for also sending Steve flying in no time if you'd like to learn that particular spell. Otherwise this wouldn't be a half bad option for making an escape either even if it's not fire."