"Hm." Lex shrugged then, following to see if she could be any help, "Doesn't really matter though, people keep telling me they aren't here, so I don't have to worry about getting snapped up again."
Bob was... well, a slightly-damp lump of lichen, with three tendrils, two of which were now waving along with whatever song it was he was warbling, sounding like an electronic music box.