Jeannie opened her mouth to reply, but what came out was a rather girly squeal as something greenish oozed across the floor. Her reaction was purely instinctual. Before the viscous fluid could reach her shoes, Jeannie blinked. Not only was the fluid gone, the leak had been repaired to prevent it from happening again.
Satisfied that she was not going to be stained by anything else, she finally said, “I am Jeannie. And I do not think I want to be torn into atoms. I am not sure what an atom is, but it does not sound pleasant.”
She considered what he had said and came to a conclusion. If they stayed here they would be torn up, and she really did not want that to happen. Especially since he seemed like such a nice doctor. She liked doctors in general, and this one looked very interesting indeed. So she would simply have to help him.
Crossing her arms one over the other and holding them at chest height, she blinked and nodded. There was a small flash of light and then both of them were standing on solid ground in the park where Jeannie had first seen the odd blue box. “There,” she beamed, quite pleased with her initiative. “Now we will not be atoms in your space box.”