Dozens of thoughts tumbled through her mind as she considered the possibilities while sipping slowly at her tea. Her eyes stayed on the crackling flames as she examined one idea then discarded it and moved onto the next. Mathematical calculations and stellar phenomena were far from her area of expertise, but in the end it was just another problem to be solved, so she approached it as thus.

It was quite frustrating, though. With a sigh, she lifted a hand to rub at her eyes. "Perhaps the best hope for your return might be to recreate the conditions of your arrival," she finally theorized aloud, weariness creeping into her voice.