People disappear and no one questions where they go?

[ Erik has lived long enough to not trust the disappearance of anyone, strangers or otherwise. He's seen enough grief and loss to trust absolutely no one.

Glancing around, he lets his hands slip into his pockets as he walks alongside Steve, just letting all the information sink in. ]

A diner is fine. [ Magic, on the other hand... Erik pauses. ] No, there's no magic, but there are things people would call magic.