Get Some Socks, Sigma

Juno:
(deadpan)
Anran. Why is Sigma not wearing shoes?
 

Anran:
(without looking up)
He says footwear disrupts his gravitational harmony.
 

Juno:
Gravitational harmony? He’s hovering three feet off the ground like a philosophical Roomba.
 

Anran:
Exactly. Shoes would ruin the vibe. He’s channeling “space monk chic.”
 

Juno:
He’s channeling frostbite. That floor is marble.
 

[Sigma gently rotates midair, toes flexing like he’s testing the wind.]
 

Sigma:
(serenely)
The universe whispers through my soles.
 

Juno:
The universe is whispering “get some socks.”
 

Anran:
He tried socks. They screamed.
 

Juno:
I’m not even gonna ask.
 

[Illari walks by, glances at Sigma’s feet, then back at Juno.]
 

Illari:
If he dies from toe hypothermia, I’m not healing that.
 

Juno:
Fair.