"So," she says, "so so much lostful," she says. Her accent is weird, as is her grammar.

"Well," says Veron reasonably, "Where was the last place you weren't lost?"

"In nice bar. But, door breaking."

"... So you used another door and went somewhere you didn't recognize?"

"Door breaking! Thinking door home. Not home," she says, stomping her foot. "And no ones Mommy no ones Daddy no Jane no sister anybody neither!"

"I think I only understood about half of that. The door... Broke... And you thought it would take you home and it didn't?"

"Not so grammar good," she murmurs, looking away. "But door break. Nice bar door go home! But go here instead."

"Well, what's the name of the nice bar? We can try to find it again."

"Is Milliways. Door liking you? Finding?"

"I've never heard of a bar called Milliways, but I can always ask around. How does a door like someone?"

"Door be, instead of not."

"Uh. Where I come from, doors don't just start existing."

"No not start - be where other door."

"... Another door becomes a door to this bar?" he proposes, confused.

"Yes! If door liking person, does more. Door do like of you?"

"I like to think that I am a very charming person and can get a door to like me if I try hard enough. But maybe that's arrogance. It's probably arrogance."

"Well, do thing of make door like, and door open, and I home and finding Jane and persons."

"I can try. What do magical doors like?"

"Um, Shell Bell," says the girl, tapping her chin. "And Elspeth."

"Those are people, I'm guessing. Okay. What is it about those people that the door likes?"

"Shell Bell aura, Elspeth dunno."

"... Aura? What, she has a certain way of acting?"

"Huh? No no enchant aura. Her one of do door."

"You've lost me, I don't actually know what that means."