“That’s certainly vivid,” I noted, at a loss for more.
She beamed at me. “Right? Oh, if you’re looking for Dr. Crankshaft, he’s probably in the back working on the Hippocampus.”
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s--” she abruptly stopped, her grin widening. “Actually, you just gotta see it for yourself.”
“I see,” I said, pursing my lips. “Thank you.”