She does perk up a little at the interesting linguistic treat, not as tasty as rhymes or alliteration, but a lovely construction nonetheless. See, this is what she came here expecting of him in the first place, was that so hard? Despite her appreciation, she still sniffs haughtily at his question though.

"I caused myself to be here, silly thing. This is my normal state, what else would it be? This place has got one of those typical matter structures, people are conversing, how should I know there's another dimension underneath?" But that's enough talk about her blunder, let's not make a whole novel out of it. With the grace of a 5th grader's essay she changes the subject, tilting her head. "What's that on your face? Is that ink?"