For a moment, Rita wonders how Cole's current species even exists. If someone created them, why? They're practically useless. If they propagated themselves, how? It defies reason.

"...You seriously don't have any means of moving things?" she asks, incredulous. Out of habit, she rubs at where her temples would normally be. "Ugh... There isn't anything for hands around here... Maybe I can give you a wedge, or a hook..." Something easy to install, that might offer more utility than just running into the thing and pushing it around.