"Their word, not mine." Micah smiles apologetically, although there's a slightly wry tilt to their mouth. "At least the strings are very pretty ones, eh?"

Home, right. Micah misses home too, and they're not universes away. That's the only thing that's really driving them to cooperate as much as they have been. This is bad, bad for the Cetagandans to have, but there are people who need it. And until they can get back in contact with Prince Xav, or someone on the other side...

"Well, that's what I'm here to help with, in theory," Micah says with a little puff of breath. They tilt their head and look at Deanna curiously, dark eyes lit up with interest. "Where are you from? I mean -- what is your world like?"