Virginia Lake scowled at the short entity in the French maid's outfit. What the hell? she wondered internally. It babbled at her.
"What do you mean the interoceter won't work that way? What are you talking about?"
The thing pointed at the blue prints on the table and the mock-up of the new weapon she was designing. She frowned, listening to it jabber and realizing that she was beginning to see what it was talking about.
Oh, so if I move the flux capacitor from there to here," she pointed on the form and then on the blue prints which the little one was bouncing to get a look at. She dragged a stool over to the table and the yellow thing rewarded her with a happy smile before climbing up to actually stand on the table and walk through what it was trying to tell her ... literally.
So that's where the math had gone off.
And she had to thank a two foot six whatever it was for helping her where none of her highly educated staff could do so. It rankled until the little one whipped a rolled up piece of paper out of an invisible pocket.
"Alaric von Gru, Ph.D."
She wasn't quite certain she appreciated the "Imaginary Mathematics and Quantum Physics", but if Al could help, help he would.
She'd question the French maid's outfit later ... much later.