"One of the people who work in this lab..." He points out, blinking. Had he been a scientist of any ancient time where spontaneous generation was still a viable theory, he would swear that this lab was starting to spontaneously bud curvaceous pointy-eared girls now, and this little specimen here would have been his proof. Thankfully he knows better, and eyeing the pile of debris and her purposeful and manic demeanor, he can hazard a guess as to how how she actually got here.

"And I'm going to take a guess that you just got here on this island, and are trying to build something to get home."