In spite of his own annoyance with this situation in general, and the self-proclaimed witch in front of him in particular (which is ridiculous, by the way, because there is no such thing as magic, or witches, or wizards, or whatever the hell kind of Harry Potter bullshit this girl is on) Five can feel a tiny twitch at the corner of his lip, threatening to blossom into a full-on smile, as she finally divulges the reasons behind her interest in teleportation.
Still, even the barest trace of amusement in his expression could very well lead her to believe that her pestering behavior is in any way acceptable, so he carefully arranges his features and voice into a cold, composed neutrality before he responds. "Spite is an excellent motivator, I'll give you that." And the pursuit of further knowledge is an even better one — one that Five can understand and respect above all else.
Shit, he's actually going to do this, isn't he? He's actually going to go ahead and help this girl, even though she's basically a walking, talking headache and a half. Fuck, but he's going soft. Udyati must be rubbing off on him way more than he realized.
"All right, all right," he huffs out a heavy sigh, just so she knows exactly how much he does not want to do this, and finally pushes off the wall he's been leaning against to look at her full-on. "Fine. I don't know how much you'll be able to learn from me, because teaching is not my thing, but..." he takes a minute to gather his thoughts, and organize them all into some semblance of order, before he forges ahead. "Look, if you're really serious about this, you are going to need to buckle down and focus on mathematics to some degree," and if he's already jotting down a mental list of all the physics textbooks that helped him come to grips with the intricacies his own powers so he can track them down and loan them out to her later, that's absolutely no one's business but his, thank you very much, "but, for now, try and think about it this way: The universe is essentially just a layer of fabric, right? Of course, with the gravitational curvature of spacetime, the fabric isn't perfectly flat or uniform, but I'm assuming you understand that already. That's... third-grade curriculum, I think?" Wait, isn't the theory of general relativity in the third-grade curriculum? He's pretty damn sure it's in the third-grade curriculum. At least, he certainly knew what it was by the time he was eight.
"Anyway," he shakes his head, shaking off all the unnecessary musings as well, and refocuses on the matter at hand. "When you teleport, you're essentially hiding behind that fabric for a minute or two. What you need to do is tear a hole right through it."