Ten years. And just like that, another wave of nausea. That was getting old. How long was it going to take for her body to 'adjust?' Frowning, Lina hit the elevator button and looked back at the guy. She studied him for a moment, trying to figure him out. He looked about her age. Had he been a teenager when he came to this place? And oh yeah, how was any of this shit even fucking possible?
"Do you know why?" she finally asked, tone somehow lighter. She wasn't even sure the question was important. Why they were here wasn't the issue, nor was why the staff wouldn't let them leave. How was the big one, and her brain just didn't feel ready for that yet.
Though it probably would have served him right if she threw up on him.