( when they've seen some hundreds and thousands of months, sure. but she's not asking for very much. )

A first impression takes but the moment. Is it a garden, feeding on its people? Or perhaps you think it a glass enclosure, our every move cataloged and jotted down on paper. I feel eyes on me everywhere I've walked, just as watchful as mine if not moreso.

Perhaps we're entertainment.

( she's not fussed either way. it's a little odd to wake before some of the lower floors, but who is she to question powers beyond her. )

Would you wish for the others to be here?

( a different cut of the same question. his thoughts of it would influence the choice. he cares about them, after all. )