She smiles and her veil lifts gently across her cheekbones, showing the expression as the corners of her eyes wrinkle. "That's alright," she says. "I'm not very hungry right now. The juice should be alright. I've only just come here yesterday, and my door vanished. I'm still very much getting used to it."

She supposes, really, it's not all that different from where she came in from, for all that she's encouraged to leave there either.