"Practice," Rose shrugged in return, then giggled, "And which side the cord is on, that's the end you want down, yeah? Like roots fer a tree." Rose didn't seem particularly dazed by the revelation that the strange woman wasn't used to having a mouth. In Nautilus, that kind of thing happened. "Yeah? You're handling talking well! All right let me guess, don't tell yet! Let's see... we've had talking cars, and if you were a robot with no mouth, you'd be likely given a typewriter or pager instead." Rose tapped her finger to her chin in thought.

"Sentient planet? Galaxy? Wait, how do you eat? What do you eat?"