A soft laugh. "Sounds right. Why'd you separate? -- Ahhh really?" She brightens even more somehow. "My Dad was an inventor." A slight bottom lip bite thinking of Pete in the other universe. "Oh! And my best friend is too, but he kind of more... tinkers. Dabbles. Native Ingenuity... yeah..." she laughs and shakes her head. "Technological advancements. Something like that. My Dad was also a salesman, so that helped. He'd pitch silly things, and then use that for his more serious projects." Her eyes go distant with memories and then she refocuses with a soft grin. "Ah I'm no good with naming things," a soft laugh. "No head for technical jargon either. Doohickery and jiggerypokery is about the best I've got."