Fred didn't answer right away as she was busy coloring in what looked like a very decent depiction of a single cell organism. Her lips had thinned as she couldn't quite figure out how the cell moved about its parts willfully without having a brain, a central bit of nervous system that permitted will more than instinct. There was will. No, it wasn't until the fellow with three heads was pointed out.
"Hero. Saved the girl. He is a tricky one. He doesn't like being one person, so he's three. Unless he's one. Then he's got one head, but right now he had three." Fred stood up. The difference between Fred in Pylea or Fred recently returned to LA? She didn't mind talking to people for one, and she seemed comfortable in clothes. Then again, it was nice having regular clean underwear. The pjs were just right, and the bunny slippers made her smile.
"Not sure wormholes work in such a small system. Living. There must be something else. Wormholes would be in interplanetary ecosystems, makes more sense, not so much on the scaled down. Something doesn't work, doesn't fit, but wormholes may work. The math was there. It's not anymore. Have to find the math again." Fred's Texan accent was thick, very thick. "Do you read it?" Not can, but do.