Bothersomely nonsensical though his story is, she is keen to hear it, and startled when it is disrupted by another unwarranted sneeze. Zagreus is powerful enough to throw his maker into a 'pocket universe' - which, file that away under hugely relevant to her interests - and yet here he is, succumbing to sneezes just like her.

"Why is that happening," she says with clear distaste, waving a hand as if to brush something away. She doesn't wait for an answer, it was rhetorical, of course. "This pocket universe - you created it, or simply accessed it? Is that something you can do again?"

She is in no way gleeful at the sheer imagined possibilities.