He's even worse at eye contact than she is. It makes her feel a little better, and also a little awkward. Her frown deepens and she leans farther forward as if getting a few inches closer and squinting at him will make all the weirdness resolve into something comprehensible. "Earth," she repeats, giving an almost imperceptible shiver at the familiar name. "That's the name of your planet? Because that's...alarming, not going to lie."

She gives her head a little shake. "I know there are other planes of being, but they're all part of the same..." she gestures vaguely, "thing. But you're talking about two different versions of the same plane, aren't you? Or more than two."