[ There's a dog in the corner. He snorts, unthreateningly, in his sleep, as they sit down.

Charles does, anyway, back where he was, picking up his cup of coffee and taking a sip from it as she speaks. The context that glimmers through her mind is helpful, if still vague. It's better to have the conversation, anyway. ]

We do try.

[ He opts to ramble for a bit, to give her cue and context. ]

The department was originally geared towards and equipped to study alien life, perform genetic experimentation, but it was empty of people when I came aboard the Tranquility. Professor Snape and I opted to repurpose it and put some of our skills to use, rationalising that we're all, technically, aliens in this world. Before I came here, I'd used to run a school for young men and women with extraordinary powers. Professor Snape was part of one, only for magic.

We aren't exactly tutors, here, but we can help, and utilise the experts that wish to throw in with us to help form solutions. With as many different sorts of universes intersecting in this one place, it usually takes a combination of talents. Science, magic, in between alternatives.

We do other things. Investigate ship phenomena, and such. Keeps us out of trouble.