Camille followed Pam down the stairs, but took every opportunity to look around, searching for signs that this wasn't actually real. What those signs would have been, she didn't know. Marshmallow walls? A unicorn prancing by. Pam sprouting wings and flying the rest of the way to the kitchen? Camille reached up to press her fingers against the sore bump where she supposedly had a chip implanted.
"I'm not sure if I'm hungry," Camille confessed. "I feel kind of light headed, but that could be hunger, right? Or the drugs, whatever they used to knock me out. I figure I can try to eat something and see if it helps. You said you have a husband back home? He's probably looking for you, right? I'm sure everyone here has someone looking for them. I mean, who can hold this many people in one place for an extended period of time without it being found out?" Camille was thinking out loud now, trying to work through the strangeness of the situation to try and find some logical answer.