Ripley nods, files the information away for later; whenever the next magical peculiarity presents itself— an almost daily guarantee. Maybe this time her furniture will turn into small woodland creatures. It wouldn't be the worst thing...

"I guess I'll keep my eye out."

Then, purely coincidental;

"I'm stuck on Crane's Ridge most days. Or, well... In Crane's Ridge. I work the mines. It isn't so bad. The guys down there are assholes, but they're manageable assholes."

Any man can be a manageable asshole, if you've got the resolve for it.