While continuing to take in this highly surreal destination a sudden thought of how lovely it would be to take pictures here crept in. A cute yet unknowing purse of her lips was brought about at this silly thought. Work on the brain still? Go figure. She wondered if that would even happen again and decided not to dwell on thoughts of if but when--when she got out of here, and when her life would return to its chaotic routine. There was no use in insinuating any more panic so she continued to push the worry further to the back of her mind.

Stormy eyes watched as others wandered over to a currently good sized group. Another dressed to the nines like she was made Ophelia feel a bit more comfortable not wearing casual attire. Hues continued to scan over the many differing people with one capturing her attention in particular, previously one who was chatting with what had once been a group of five, not including herself. She caught herself in a lingering stare upon two intense pale blue eyes. Although they hadn’t exchanged a greeting yet his presence drew her in. She couldn’t place her finger on why but she finally managed to pry her gaze away, shifting to one side when a woman in glasses spoke up.

Ophelia felt herself taken aback by Zephyr’s reply and could not help but stare in silence a moment at the dreadlocked female. [i]Why not?[/i] There was so much amiss in those two words that she could not even begin to retort. Clearly this one would not be of any help in trying to escape, and honestly why would anyone else desire to leave such a serene atmosphere? One thing was certain, the raven haired model very much wished to find a way out but would do as Zephyr suggested for now, and take a breath. 

As others began to share their names along with their deaths Ophelia’s hand ran over the sparkling mega rock on her ring finger making her shoulders visibly tense. Slowly both hands were placed behind her where they rested against the slight curve of her lower back in shame. How could she share such personal information with strangers? Regardless if they all ended up here by some similar means she felt embarrassed and horrified at the fact that her own fiancé possibly attacked her. No, there would be no discussing this with…them. Yet she waited anxiously until her mouth could no longer contain words and she addressed her situation in a blurt, well, sort of.

[b]“Strange but--I cannot recall what happened.”[/b] Words were nearly a whisper as she slightly shrugged while gingerly biting down upon her glossed lower lip. She did not look at anyone while speaking but greatly wished for this topic to change. She was struggling to remain in the group because of the awkward situation but did not know where to go. Images of her slender frame turning to run away toward one of the floating castles kept plaguing the clearly troubled female. Bare feet remained still, however, unable to move a single inch toward any which way. 

[b]“Sorry, that was rude of me to not comment on your situation Anaïs.”[/b] Ophelia seemed to perk up just a bit and smiled genuinely at the adorable foreigner. [b]“My name is Ophelia but did something happen with your heart sweetie? Did it stop perhaps?”[/b] She threw an educated guess out there by observing Anaïs’ hand gesture and the other tales of woe--though she could still be quite wrong.