A science constructed by your peers, your charts, your measurements. [He's trying, ever so gently, to steer her to understanding.] Do you truly find it easier to accept that we break the laws of science, rather than that alternate laws exist here? Are we so criminal?

[Wlodzislaw then pauses, staring at her. He lifts his hands to tug at the ends of his hair, drops them.] What am I to be distracting you from?