[ Chihiro keeps a smart lead, slowing down after a moment when the lack of rush and the short distance re-registers in her mind. She breathes out in a sigh, brushing the hair back off her face. A small, quarter-sized furball pokes above the edge of her collar, staring up at Scott from beyond the sanctuary of Chihiro's ponytail. Soon enough, the furball is hidden once again. ]

I don't mind. I'll answer your questions as best as I can.

[ She pauses, glancing back up toward him over her shoulder. The furball appears again, this time to pop up and reach out with a tiny, tiny paw to pat Chihiro's chin as she speaks. Idly, she reaches up and wiggles a fingertip for the rabite. ]

I'll warn you, most of us can talk mind to mind once we get here. It's in URSULA's vaccination for when we first arrive or something like that. If you hear someone talking in your head, talk back before deciding if you're crazy or anything.

[ She's sincere in this bit of advice, for all it sounds like she's being absurd. The kitchen opens up before them as they walk on, nested tables closed, counters mostly clean. People and drones have kept the base in fairly clean condition. ]

I'm not sure how much bread we have. Do you mind seaweed wraps?