She didn't respond at first, at least not with her voice. Oswin was thrilled to finally find out her way outside of her shuttle, to dream about something other than the terrible voices just outside her door. It didn't matter that she couldn't remember how she'd left her shuttle or that her short red dress and matching wedge sneakers were white. Oswin reached out with her fingers and touched the tall, prickly grass that surrounded her.
Looking back at Leto and beaming she called, "I don't think it's me!"
She didn't promise not to harm him, though. Oswin didn't make promises she couldn't keep.
Oswin jogged a few paces to the left and the ground expanded and contracted around them.
"It's a puzzle. Like some hidden dimension that folds and unfolds depending on our perspective. I'm good at puzzles. Prepare to be amazed, Pretty Boy!"
Oswin was laughing as she weaved left, right, backward and forward; folding space around them, trying to figure out how it worked. They'd get closer and further, like a rubik's cube coming apart before it could be put back together.