[Fidella shuffles closer to the outstretched hand, her eyes watching him with a certain level of understanding. Provided Orpheus doesn't move away, she will very gently press her snout into his palm.]

Actually, no. If you can believe it. [she scoffs.] Apparently, Janis got a piece of paper out of the machine that pointed her outside, and Fidella was just... there.

[Fidella huffs, as though she's as put off by it as everyone else.]