[Not an "Earth" then. And not the Moon Cell. Regardless of differing timelines, there were typically anchors to indicate that this was the planet humanity originated from. A culture of magic-wielding lizards dominating the landscape certainly isn't one of them. It's a possibility that, quite simply, is "impossible" according to BB's databanks and the knowledge she's been given by the Throne.

Finally, the smile is gone. BB appears to be thinking.

This isn't a place in which either of them are familiar with. Which means the variables under their control isn't many -- if they exist at all. It frustrates the computational part of her, the part that enjoys data and the presence of some rules. It doesn't matter if BB is a rulebreaker at heart. Her irrationality allows her to be a rule-follower and a cheater with impudence.

(And it's that irrationality Scheherazade is right to be cautious of.)

At last, BB sighs.]

Geez, I hate humans, but I can't do my job properly if there aren't many around.

[Her job as a Servant, that is. And a bully.]

I guess I'm stuck with you, Ms. Mouse, until we find a way back.