"That hardly answers my question." None of it answers anything, actually. She doesn't want to know what a Bugs Bunny is, or why a restaurant would be themed around death (wouldn't that make one lose their appetite?), or why anyone would want to collect a replica of themselves.
She's so off-put by the sudden change of scenery after she stumbles through the door that she nearly misses the introduction. But inbetween turning in slow circles and examining the decor with confusion, she does manage to return it with her own name.
"Romanadvoratrelundar." She'll try to match the awkward handshake, though she doesn't seem to put much force behind it. Her mind is still trying to catch up from... well, all of that. "To be perfectly honest, food wasn't exactly very high on my list of priorities at the moment. What was all of that, back there?" She gestures towards the door, moving towards it to peer outside as well.
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She's so off-put by the sudden change of scenery after she stumbles through the door that she nearly misses the introduction. But inbetween turning in slow circles and examining the decor with confusion, she does manage to return it with her own name.
"Romanadvoratrelundar." She'll try to match the awkward handshake, though she doesn't seem to put much force behind it. Her mind is still trying to catch up from... well, all of that. "To be perfectly honest, food wasn't exactly very high on my list of priorities at the moment. What was all of that, back there?" She gestures towards the door, moving towards it to peer outside as well.