[ She rolls her eyes at being called 'pudding brain'. It's probably one of the kindest things she's been called, to be honest. The worst it does is leave her disgruntled, folding her arms while looking him over. It's not like she's about to hit an old man for something like that, but she does resist the urge to flip him the bird.

He's probably just acting out, like she is. Vi knows that everyone else here is just as stuck as her...and Caitlyn. She needs to keep her cool if she wants to find Caitlyn again.

Easier said than done. Her foot taps. ]

Fuck if I know. I was in this creepy nursery looking for a sugar dish when something came out of nowhere and threw me back down here. Maybe an hour ago? Five minutes? Time doesn't feel right here. Nothing feels right.