[ She knows that it's none of her business. But with everything that's happened—mysteriously appearing in this strange lab (it looks like one, she can't deny that), glass walls that don't exist, and the strange brand on her hand—she needs answers. She needs that instant gratification that she isn't alone in this. Lucille smiles apologetically as soon as she sees him hesitate. Right, that's a bit much to ask here, isn't it.
But he eventually obliges, and she's left more stumped than she was before. Blinking a few times, her smile stretches thin, as she holds up her own hand; the word "Reboot" stamped clearly on her palm. ]
Well, there goes that theory...
[ ...But why would they be different? Was whoever brought them here classifying them somehow? ]
I'm guessing you don't remember how you got here either. What is the last thing you remember doing?
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But he eventually obliges, and she's left more stumped than she was before. Blinking a few times, her smile stretches thin, as she holds up her own hand; the word "Reboot" stamped clearly on her palm. ]
Well, there goes that theory...
[ ...But why would they be different? Was whoever brought them here classifying them somehow? ]
I'm guessing you don't remember how you got here either. What is the last thing you remember doing?