Candelabra doesn't have an immediate response. She's disoriented by a "rules of nature" that, through connotation, she would never apply to a shopping mall. And she can't insert herself from there as the figures she can hardly discern go on about their own misunderstanding. The girl reaches an epiphany: they don't know who one another [i]are.[/i] And it may have been obvious that this is another world entirely, but Candelabra, someone who barely saw the full span of her own home when she could, was just beginning to recognize the full extent of their abduction.

The worst part was she couldn't share any of this, maybe turn the discussion into one speculation and answer-seeking - she can't speak. It was times like this it became so inconvenient, and it forced her attention to drift to other things, like a hint of red in the limited vision her helmet allowed.

"'Stars?'" cries the register. "Nngh, someone go kill that thing. I'm already sick of these [i]zombies."[/i]