He walks to the car, and...
...isn't sure where to go from here, actually.
She follows him, apparently convinced that he does know where to go from here. "What?" she inquires.
He could call up Gloria and see if she's figured something out.
Or... he could drive her down to Rutgers-Newark's physics department, get their people started on figuring her out. 'In addition to, if not instead of'... that's what Gloria said, right?
He sits in the driver's seat. "We go school- not Gloria school. Person try... send? Send Pyay Nloggy."
She blinks at him, then either gives up on understanding or figures out enough of what he said to get along with, and gets in the car.
Speaking of child services... oh, hell. Seatbelts. He stops and pulls over.
"Pyay- need 'seatbelt'. Seatbelt safe." He points out the seatbelt and plug thing, then demonstrates his own seatbelt.
"Seatbelt-" he reaches back, pulls out the seatbelt on the seat next to her, and points to it. Then plugs it in, unplugs it with the button- to make sure she doesn't think it's some sort of... trap, or restraint- and then points out her seatbelt again. "Seatbelt."
He drives on some, pulls off the main road, finds a roomy parking lot, and accelerates a bit- then hits the brakes.
"Seatbelt."
He stifles a laugh, and gets back on the road. Signs indicate that the campus is coming up in a couple of miles.
She goes over her notes in the car. She looks queasy. She reaches for a mouse. She ceases to look queasy.
No, wait. Hold it. Carsickness? In a world with no cars? Not only is queasiness not a quantity- it's a disruption of a very particular system that he wouldn't expect to generalize to mice- even if this were a designed technology, he wouldn't expect it to have a function for transferring something they'd never have to...
Well, no. Carsickness could be a general case of "upset stomach" or somesuch that they'd have prepared...
Max sighs. If she could understand him, he would have so many questions about this business. He supposes the people are Rutgers will be able to figure this out for him.
Pyay is oblivious to his inner monologue. She looks out the window and watches things go by.
He begins driving slowly, scanning the building signage for something about a Department of Physics. There's no "Department of Magic", but the physics or chemistry people are likely to have the kind of precision equipment that might be useful for observing her magic at work.
Apparently she doesn't know enough of the two words to make out what he means.
She doesn't know "here" then- so, he... points at the building and says "school". He told her "school" earlier, right? Or was that "building"? Crap.
He finds a parking spot- there's a meter, it's pricey, but this is important- and stops the car. He unbuckles his seatbelt, and looks over at Pyay to see if she understands the unlocking mechanism.
He leads her up to the door of- Smith Hall, it looks like. There's some receptionist, or something, behind a window in the front.
"Excuse me- this is the physics department building, right? I need some help figuring out who to talk to about something unusual."
Turning to Pyay: "Pyay, Earth no mweelsrow- school... 'study' mweelsrow."
"What?" asks Pyay, sighing. "School what muilsroo?"
"Pyay- Pyay 'study' English, school 'study' mweelsrow."
"Something unusual like... probably magic. Or extremely advanced nanotechnology. Or something like that. This girl here does something really strange."
"Sohng English," mutters Pyay.