Weakness in the left leg, check. Likes to talk, check-check. She doesn't complain. She'd rather listen, anyway.

Different worlds makes a surprising amount of sense to her. She knows hers is broken, and this place doesn't seem to be. It follows. Sort of. She may not be able to handle the quantum mechanical explanation, but she does manage a slow nod of comprehension.

She lets her mechanical left arm relax, resting around her hip level, and wanders a slow step closer to him. "I thought I might have lost my mind, or maybe died. It would've been bad timing. What kind of device, and is it possible to take something home from here?"

Because all these plants...so many plants...she has to get seeds.