Pluto watches the way Beau responds - the way her muscles tense for a moment before forcibly unwinding, the way her arms flex into taut muscles after the fact. Now where has she seen this before...? She's at a disadvantage here, being unable to read the gravity of this place, but she's certain she's seen exactly this before-

-and then she remembers the way Mars reacts around cute girls, the way she tenses up and tries to look just a bit bigger, and how every fold narrative-space around her screams to be noticed, to be looked at like that. And even if she can't see the same gravity just yet, Pluto suddenly feels both a bit more understanding - and a bit playful.

So she shrugs herself and smiles, crossing her arms under her chest and looking Beau over with a tilt to her head. "Hmm! I wonder. I guess I'm feeling quite a bit, too." She brings one finger up to her lips, making a show of thinking before continuing. "Have you felt... cut off, since we arrived here?"