[ His eyebrows arch up high at the jumpiness, half surprised and half amused. ]

It's all touch-based, so. Skin to skin. Holding hands is probably the least weird way, but if you've got other suggestions...

[ Butt to butt maybe? Just kidding.

He holds it out again, and when Qi takes it, the first thing he'll get are Ian's emotions. They're calm, collected, peaceful. A little curious, a little excited to teach because that's his thing.

A second later, he gently pushes a memory through the bond. He opts for safe, for easy, because he doesn't wanna overwhelm someone's first time with the chaos and fear of an alien invasion unless they make it clear they're cool with it.

Instead, Qi's getting a memory of a workshop. Sunlight streams in through the windows, illuminating the dust that softly fuzzes up the atmosphere. It smells like engine oil and wood, and he'll look down from Ian's eyes to the engine he's got settled on top of his worktable, hands methodically screwing something into place with sureness and ease.

And that's it, just something simple and calm and easy to get them started.

He pulls his hand away, gauging for impact. ]