Henn nodded, perfectly fine with being herded into the kitchen, she had, indeed, put on pants as she'd not-really complained about. They were PJ pants, but that was because those were really all she had besides work slacks and the leather pants that she wore to the club, when she wasn't wearing her tutu.
"We used to have a fourth, but he went off to live with his boyfriend, so good riddance." She was obviously teasing, hoisting herself up to sit on the counter beside Cass' workspace, not in it, but close enough to nab herself a red-hot to crunch, "And yeah, people get de-vortexed, I did when I was about ten or twelve or I don't even remember, couldn't have been much older than that though, and then I fell back in again uh... about a year and a half ago now. I think. Maybe two years, I lost track since it was just like coming home, really." In more ways than one, actually. She shrugged, "No real rhyme or reason to who gets yoinked, same as there's no real reason for people to get dropped here in the first place."