[ Pudding doesn't actually pause, doesn't miss a single beat at the words don't give me bread. But all the wheels in her head clack for a second before whirring up to double-speed. ]

[ ...No. It - has to be a coincidence. Rosinante is a Marine. ]

[ But then - there are so few of them from home, and suddenly here's another, after Rosinante joined the calibration of the machinery... and she sure as hell has no idea how portals work, exactly; she's neither scientist nor mathematician. But as a strategist, coincidence plus unknowns equals not coincidence until proven otherwise. ]

[ ...This is so weird. ]

[ But she's moving right along even as all of this flies through her head, pouring coffee - her coffee, so it's good coffee - and sliding the mug onto the bar in front of Law as he continues. ]

[ This time, she pauses, stills entirely for a moment with a look of utter confusion on her face. ]

What else would I be?