She's glad of the little bird, and offers him cupped hands to settle in. It'll keep her from fidgeting.

"... Yeah. It's been... I learned about the Passenger about three... four days after I got back. A theory, not anything for sure, not for years. Just a theory. But it took root. And prison was a lot... of time to think and try not to think at the same time." Two years, increasingly scared of every decision she made, and where they came from.

"I got a lot from her, after I-" She makes a vague gesture to her head, her hand snapping open in a splay of fingers. "But a lot of it's- I can't understand it. I'm a human and she's a- an Entity. A huge inter-dimensional space slug ghost dancer, fuck if I know. I can't comprehend half of what I got from her."