[ She doesn't put up a fuss in listening to him because well — she wants to see if there's any merit to her theories. Science-fiction has always been a heavy interest of hers and she's been up to her knees in it for awhile. Why not let the water of scientific notation rise up to her neck too?

Marcie tucks her pen-light back into her coat and turns around to follow him. The horrid screech of metal that comes before the trampling of packages makes her cringe and sends a shiver down her spine. It's so inhuman yet, it seeks them out like any other living being. All of it feels far too familiar as a reminder of a wound that hasn't even had the chance to stop bleeding. ]

Well— [ She raises her voice so he can hear her. ] —I guess that solves that mystery. It may as well just be here to slowly break down our patience as a means of slow torture.