Huh. How did you even manage that, some sort of wicked transporter malfunction or...? Wait, it wasn't alternate-universe-me's fault, was it? Because admittedly I do sort of have this... accident-prone thing going on lately. So it wouldn't really surprise me if me-but-not-me had the same sort of... prone-ness.

You don't have anything other than humans and yet you're mucking about with interdimensional space? Sort of makes it hard for me to pinpoint what era you're from, then... And I'm not sure how much warehouses have really changed over the years, I mean they're just places to store things, so...? [ She's a little confused about why he's asking about warehouses all of the sudden. ]