Oh, he remembers -- she thinks he's being a bit of an idiot. He can't see how, though; it's only sensible for him to want to go treat himself as quickly as possible. For a moment he thinks of asking Edgar to carry him, since obviously that would be faster at his current size, but remembers before opening his mouth and making a fool of himself that he's not four inches tall anymore.

"Off the path here," he suggests instead, faaairly sure it's the right way. "And I'm sorry, but neither of you is exactly qualified to operate the equipment I'll be using."