Not caring for the silence, Q hastens to fill it. "Er, I've done some research," he tells them, digging in his pocket. He pulls out a packet of papers which grow bigger when he unfolds them. "Shamanistic practices, rituals of the Native American Church." He flips through the pages. "Medical texts about psychoactive alkaloids and psychedelic psychotherapy. Um, some botanical history, re-read Coleridge and Kesey, some stuff (utter rubbish!) about witches and their familiars, and astral projection theories." He looks up at them. "As soon as I find out what animal I might be, I'll research that as well." He gives all three of them a slightly nervous smile, as if he's waiting to be graded.