"Wow, it must not have had it out for you." No, she doesn't think the wormholes are sentient--that's just such impressively bad luck, it might even be worse than her practically cursed friend. "How did you survive that one?"

She taps her chin with her fingers as she considers. "Yeah...in a way. They're just more pocket realities--or whatever you want to call them--that he makes himself specifically for the occasion." Well, the diner was a bit different since he supposedly repurposed that reality, but ultimately it functions the same. "As long as I've been here, there's been an island, some forest training camp, and that 'fifties' diner."