"This is starting to sound metaphysical." And that's not a compliment. She can nearly hear her mother in her ear, es el purgatorio.

What does she even remember from Fightdrome? Mostly dying of Reaper. Her fingertips brush over the surface of her palm, feeling the healed cut there. After a moment, she shakes her head like she's trying to clear it. "Whatever. We won't figure that out tonight. What else have you learned about this place?"

He's got a month's worth of observation on her, and she's determined to catch up fast.