"No idea. Jus' seems to be somet'in' dat happens." And it was for people more scientifically minded than Remy to figure out, at the end of the day. If there was any way to understand it beyond another 'quirk of genetics'.

He frowns at the room. "Mos' folks, dey don' get none for a while, dey jus' go have some private time in de shower." And Planker had a room away from the rest of them that probably had a working shower and a door. There's no excuse. "Well. We got tires, so dat should ground it out." Though it wouldn't help if they went over.

He crouches, having a look before raising an eyebrow. "'Course, if you can't go over easily..." It wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world, but an army crawl under the hurdles could work.