Oh, the hand is weird, alright, but seeing as how its owner is being helpful and having a rational discussion, there's no sense in making a fuss. "Thankfully, the laws of physics where I'm from remain mercifully constant." He supposes there's a case against that given some of what he's seen and done as half a superhero, but that's neither here nor there. "And if the floating's exclusive to this area, then I'll be glad to be well away from it." It's frustrating; he should be able to land, Firestorm can fly, he should know this, know how to land, but for the moment, his feet have somewhat been knocked out from under him.

He gratefully takes the glasses. "Ah, thank you." Puts them on, and...

...yep, that sure is a giant turtle. He takes off the glasses, squints at them, and puts them back on. They're fine. "Well, now I suppose I've seen everything." He's pretty calm about it, at least. "Though I suppose you haven't had to deal with a floating physicist before, so we're probably even."