[The cuttings fall to the ground, severed from the main body of the plant. Something twitches across Henry's rather placid face when she mentions goats, as though that were the more striking part of her statement, rather than the oddity of counting the time right down to the minute.

(Yes, so many animals. And he doesn't much like the goats.)]

Did you? That's unfortunate.

[Just a little wry, his lips twitching. Her wording is strange, interesting. Unexpected.]

I've been here for about a year now. Yanked up out of the water, confused [and angry] and trying hard to acclimate.