"Well, I can hear sort of... hear vibrations and things," she answers, slipping smoothly into the grass. She keeps her head slightly elevated so Peter won't get blades of grass hitting him in the face. "I don't know, it's weird. But I can smell everything. ...With my tongue." She's trying just to go with it here. "You think you have it weird, at least you have the right amount of limbs. And eyelids."