He blinks at the very rapid explanation, which doesn't quite explain to him what Anterwold is, or who Jenkins is, but he does follow that clearly this young lady has been through a door to somewhere else, and then was dropped here when she tried to return.

"Not personally," he says, almost apologetic in the face of her excitement. "But there are theories, certainly, in my world. And I've met others who use portals where they come from. You were very quick to wonder if it went somewhere, you see." Normally he isn't quite so forthcoming with the details he notices in other people's speech, but she's a child, much as she may have experienced.

"And if I had to suppose, it'd be to hide it. Keep it safe from being stolen, and such, and be able to access their honey stores without having to go out in the open, too," he realizes, recognizing his own often odd work-arounds for being out in the sunlight for too long. "It is food, after all, and full of nutrients."

"Which brings up the question, what sort of creature would benefit from that, and be powerful enough to do it." He had a sort of idea already, but he was hesitant to jump to any conclusions here. "It seems we're partners in a mystery," he smiles and offers a hand. "Professor Randolph Lyall. It's nice to meet you, Miss...?"