Pudding hesitates. This would be a lie of a magnitude she's never told before. She's never had to lie about what planet, what universe she's from. It would be easy to just say Earth, because like Rosinante she's learned that there must be many different variations on the place, so who would doubt her? Earth must have islands somewhere. Or some version of it must! Who's to say?

But. She bites her lip, breaks eye contact. "That's..."

She doesn't want to lie anymore.

"It's kind of complicated."

Everything inside her head has gotten so fucking complicated.