"Oh!" She looks deeply curious, and then takes a breath, lowering her shoulders and cooling her metaphorical jets, uncomfortable with the enthusiasm immediately. "I wouldn't want to pry, though ..."

But she can't really help herself. "'Paracausal' - like the 'time travel' sense of 'outside cause', or the 'prophecy' kind?"

She has some theoretical familiarity. Can't chase infinity without some notional work towards the basics of breaking relativity on some level, after all, and Moebius expected the general Labyrinthian populace to meet a basic grasp of scientific principles most human cultures would find frankly - well - labyrinthine, to memorize, no matter how intellectually "wanting" the algorithms might have determined them to be otherwise ... still. She really doesn't want to overstep. Everything's so strange and unsteady, both the Rig itself and all the "new hires" like herself just adding even more undefined variables - the last thing she needs is upsetting everybody before she even knows what the absolute penalties for upsetting anybody will be.

"Sorry, I'm not really an expert, but the ... the ideas aren't unfamiliar."