Assan the Arrokuda floating in her wake, Merrill walked down the hall, holding a paper in one hand and trying her best to write with a pencil with the other. "But I turned left there, and I thought the last time I did that here I found a kitchen. But it's not here, is it?" She looked out blankly. "Unless that was in another building. Oh, hello!" She waved to the unfamiliar human. "I don't suppose you've seen a kitchen?"