Croach makes a sound of greater profundity than but roughly analogous to an Earthen scoff (though, of course, its deeper intricacies would be lost on feeble human hearing). "Do you not perceive the relative stability of the fourth dimension? The obvious absence of fractals? A dream! The concept... is laughable." He makes the sound again, at a frequency several units higher than the first iteration.

"If you are not the Jupiter Spy designated Jib Janeen, then explain the irregularity of your form and..." He struggles for half of a short unit of time to give name to the... to the nameless sense he has of her quiddity. "And your substance." He covers his doubt by adding, emulating her somewhat haughty tone to the best of his ability, "Which I sensed. With my antennae."