Levia would be lying if she said the Dollhouse didn't unsettle her on an instinctual level. Whereas each member of the guild was a character that could feasibly be created through character building, Levia was more wild than civilized. This was the level of dread that a pig experienced walking into a jerky factory. ...Though...Levia also didn't know what a pig was aside from 'bacon's pre-evolution', so maybe that analogy didn't necessarily apply here.

Regardless, the chimera would gulp at seeing the strange skins surrounding the Dollhouse's mannequins corpses. ...Were they...really made of skin? They looked like the real thing, and Levia couldn't help but nervously touch one, shaking the mannequin back and forth for a bit before reeling away, hissing at it before following after Faetalis and the others. They had to at least be high level constructs to not disintegrate from her passive skills, which was only making her more on edge. 

When it was revealed that they were going to be stuffed into suits, Levia had countless questions...such as, why Gammaton would need to use one instead of simply changing her host, and one very vital concern. 

How were Levia's multitude of limbs that didn't exactly translate to a human physiology going to be accounted for? Would there be some manner of magic to obscure them? Or...would it be as gruesome as amputation, just to make her fit inside a human's flimsy skin. Clutching her tail defensively, Levia would tremble, saying: [color=a2d39c][b]"I-I will go first, but only if you promise that I will not be losing my limbs permanently to impersonate a lowly human!"[/b][/color]