"Pyay- Pyay mweelsrow, yes? Thanks." Max turns to Liu. "So... this is important, right? This is the place to be for this?"
Liu stares quietly at the key and plastic for a moment. And then wheezes at Pyay, "You- how did you- where?"
"Liu ask how mweelsrow," Max offers by partial translation. "She claims to be from another world. Parallel universe, teleported here somehow. So that's... another thing to look into. She wants to-"
Actually, he never asked, did he? He's not confident about whether Sohng knows "want" or "go", but...
"Pyay and Sohng want go Nloggy?"
Sohng flips through her notes. "...What Nlaaki?" she asks, confused, when she has found relevant words. "Nlaaki words."
"Uh- want go... Kweengow? Home. The-" he takes the green paper and quickly sketches the plane with the dark circle in the middle.
"Go Kuigao! Yes!" She digs out her map and points at the place she wishes to go.
"Uh... we no go Kweengow. Can't. School study Pyay and Song, school study mweelsrow, school study tlaa, school study... how go Kweengow."
("Do any of those words mean anything?" asks Liu.
"...No, speaking total gibberish, actually. Bad habit."
"You know what I mean."
"Just telling her she can't go home yet, unless you can figure out how.)
"And you want me to...?" asks Liu.
Max gives him a funny look. "Well, she wants you to send her home. Me... I want you to do what I assume you want to do? Take her off my hands, study her, figure out how all this nonsense works, make everything- make it make sense again. And... she won't be able to get home if you don't figure it out, so, common... common interest."
"Well, I- yes, of course I- the department- we'll... you say 'take her off your hands', but..."
He stops and thinks.
"If we're going to do research- and it's certainly pressing- it's going to take some time to get a research grant. And if she doesn't already have a place to stay, we can't start paying for housing right away. How are you taking care of her?"
Max sighs, takes out his phone, and dials Gloria. And, briefly- "Phone. Kweengow have phones?"
Gloria picks up. "Max, hello. Did you find her someplace that would sell you mice?"
"Phone help me talk to Gloria," he mentions to Song.
"Okay. Are you coming back?" Gloria asked. "The only people I called who seemed like they thought they knew what to do were the ones who wanted to call the cops and file a missing person report..."
"Uh. Um. Well, see, that was what I wanted to talk about. The situation with... taking care of her. Since... that's... so, I'm at the physics department at Rutgers, and..."
"Oh, for crying out loud, Max, you couldn't wait for me to find her a - a social worker or something - you just - you up and took her to the scientists? Not even the linguistics department to see if they could learn to talk to her better than me, but the physics department! Max!"
God. She's yelling at him? Of course she is. Max doesn't like this. Just because she had a good idea that he didn't have...
"They haven't taken her, she's right here... we can still... they, uh, can't get started right away, I can go over to... there. And it's not- I was just checking in, you can still try and find a... you said- social worker?"
"Or something. I'm not sure I'm going to find one who won't think I'm making a prank call, though, unless I lie about her special needs..."
Liu, meanwhile, is looking disbelievingly at Sohng. He pockets the key and the plastic, and- he's noticed the mice.
"Mice?" he asks, pointing.
"Mouse sleep," says Sohng.
Max hangs up. If she had something she was about to say, she'll... probably be very annoyed at him, so, no change.
"Uh- that's- she doesn't just do colors. She does... I don't know how much she does, but she can switch "sleepiness" and "awakeness" between her and the mice."
Liu gapes. "Those aren't quantities. What do you mean, she switches-"
"That's what I said! She apparently doesn't care! That's why it's confusing and I'm not just dealing with this myself!"
The two spend a few minutes exchanging confusions, and not producing any meaningful new ideas. They seem to be ignoring Sohng, and show no indication of changing the subject to "directions to the linguistics department" anytime soon.
"Pyay- uh, Song? We're... go school that teach English words, and study Nloggy."
For a moment, he thinks about how to ask Sohng if she's tired, and then remembers the mouse thing. She'll be fine.
Light rain- barely a drizzle- begins to fall.
Sohng peers up at the rain, but not in a particularly mystified way. They must have that where she's from.
That's probably it.
He points. "Rain. Kweengow has rain?"