Max's brief hopeful expression is gone.
This is magic. There is a wizard from another dimension who is breaking several... general rules of chemistry and information theory, if not necessarily laws of physics, and his concern is where she is going to stay for the night. It's been almost twelve hours, and the world has not been turned upside-down.
Just a little too personally frustrating to be relieving.
"I mean, I can ask my girlfriend, but she really hates mice, and we'd be putting the poor kid on the couch anyway. I'd call Residence Life if I were you."
He googles the Residence Life page and dials the main number.
"Residence Life office, how can I help you?" says someone on the other end of the phone.
It... probably wouldn't be false to call her a student. She has been studying things, he decides.
"A student, sort of, who... needs a place to stay, and... has a complicated situation."
He's... going to have to lie about what he knows, since he can't have her demonstrate her magic over the phone. ...Probably.
"Basically... she- her name's Song- or, Pyay, maybe- she doesn't speak English, she's... lost, doesn't have anyone to contact or anywhere to go. We're kind of figuring out what happened, and how to help her, there are people here at the university who can, uh, vouch for her? There's gotta be- someone I can talk to, or something you can do, for..."
"What're they saying?" wonders Victoria.
To the phone: "Right, but- she will be a student, shortly, or- there's... she's important to the university, because..."
He's blanking. He keeps getting distracted by the absurdity of having to navigate all these layers of bureaucracy when magic is involved.
Victoria groans and hangs up. "No good. Maybe we should ask the professors or something. But they'll steal her."
"So... see, she doesn't sleep, so she doesn't necessarily need a place of her own, as long as it's safe- if there's a library nearby that's open 24 hours, she could just stay there overnight- but she does need food, is the-"
And then he remembers.
"...she might not need... the first thing she did with magic, was... turn an apple core into like, a big peanut, somehow. She might be able to make her own food, but... I don't know what the limits on her power are. So I brought her to the physicists- but then I-"... was told by Gloria, but... "-realized, it'd be easier to just ask her, if I brought her to... you."
"...turned an apple core into a peanut," says Victoria. She looks through the glossary that Sohng has been writing; neither "apple" nor "peanut" appears yet. "I don't know about just leaving her in a library. She seems pretty placid, but if somebody asks her what she's doing there she can't answer them, not yet, I'm impressed with how much she's already learned but she's not going to be able to handle being quizzed by a security guard in the next few hours. Which might not be such a problem if she weren't black, but, well."
Max had thought to himself, earlier, that since she didn't need to sleep, he could just let her do her own thing at night, but... he'd thought that, as a young black woman who didn't speak English, letting her out on the streets in the dark would not be the safest thing to do. He had to take care of her directly, because of that.
He briefly considers the idea that his consideration of her race ended the instant it stopped being useful as a justification for controlling her... and then does away with that consideration, judging it unpleasant.
"I suppose we could give her a note to show to anyone who bothers her? 'I don't speak English and am waiting here for my friends from the university'. With phone numbers. But first we'd need to be able to tell her to stay put overnight. Trevor, does your watch have a second hand...?"
Max retrieves his phone.
Sohng is presently acquainted with the concept of seconds, minutes, and, through further numerical extrapolation, hours. She learns that twenty-four hours is one day. She writes all this down.
Trevor, towards the end of this crash course in time, attempts to ask Sohng about Kuigao time. "Kweengow time? Kweengow, Nloggy, seconds, minutes, hours?"
"Kuigao - maa." She does a little mathematical scratchwork. "Mmmm... two maaso three hour."
Max pulls away the piece of paper Trevor is looking over. "They don't have days, actually. Her world- she mentioned there's more than one sun, and we couldn't get her to understand the concept of day and night, until-"
He stops, noticing Trevor's death glare. He lets go of the glossary paper, which Trevor slowly pulls back. "Thhhank you," he forces out, with the restraint audible in his voice.
Max backs up a little.
"No days. Huh," says Victoria. "...I'm going to go ahead and call my girlfriend and ask if I can take her home. If not we can go with the overnight loitering with a note option." Victoria produces her own phone.
Max checks his email quickly. Liu hasn't responded to the materials question yet- Max sends him a followup email with- he looks up, quickly- Trevor and Victoria's university contact information, informing him that they'll know where the wizard is being kept.
Victoria hangs up. "She suggests that the mice could just stay in the office overnight. Now we get to figure out how to tell Sohng that..."
Trevor stares.
"...I'm not making that up, by the way. She might be?"