"Admit to their own theories as well as lay them out verbally, Captain." Nerys' lips twist, a little sardonic. "Sometimes there aren't words for things, or connections aren't easy to demonstrate verbally or in written form. Not to mention that we've got people here from what seems to be a pretty wide array of universes, so there's also the need to find mutually intelligible context."

It's certainly happened more than once both back home and here, but here, the Village, has made her think about it more closely. It's not like she can explain something as 'like being caught in a stuck turbolift', or 'sweeter than a baby with a jumja stick' to most of her fellow residents.

She's feeling a little less stiff around him, at least, and adds with a wry laugh, "Actually, that's part of why I wish I had a tricorder. My knowledge of Earth plants and animals was always pretty minimal, though it's grown exponentially living here. For a long time, I was never entirely sure if I'd picked something edible."