Haven't the foggiest clue, [ she admits with no small amount of aggravation. Really. Translations being put right in her head to foreign words, waking up in an egg, covered in goo, on an alien world, and now fish!people who leave marks and - apparently?? - sharing a dream with a sun summoner. If you ask Nina what the world is coming to right now, she's laying even money down on them all being force to squawk like chickens and peck there way across the yard as just as likely as anything else. ] I can guess, but it wouldn't be based on anything real. Just - impressions.

[ Nina rakes both hands through her hair and then shakes it slightly at the scalp, the aggravated motion lifting and drying the dark wet strands. ] Come on. When you're done, let's get out of here. I've got some contraband from home we can sneak off and eat while we talk about dreams and impossible things.

[ Really, she should ration her tin of cookies. But cookies go stale, and what's the point of saving something beyond the point of enjoyment? ]