[Similar thoughts dance about in Melissa's head, but more than anything they simply make her frustrated. What's gotten into her?! Usually she's not this imaginative about those sorts of things. Well, at the very least not on her own. With a book or a game to help, well... Fiction is a bit different than reality.]

I still think it's only for display, but... I think a different type of worship goes on in here than what you might be used to. After all... they are giving us a lot of time in here, aren't they?

[It's strange, considering the line, that they haven't been booted out yet. Do they expect foreigners to take part too? Odd.

And how deeply... concerning. Because the more time she spends in here the more she's willing to just... give in. A hand rests on his shoulder — even though her mind insists it should go elsewhere.]

Did you want to inspect it more?

[Or find her water and soap? Or leave? Or maybe... something else...]