[It's a bit less painful than she thinks it would be... so, okay, she may be completely flustered by the entire premise of this place, what they expect her to do, and why, but at least they're pretty easy to please... or fool.

This is something she and Akira should be quite good at, then.

Except as soon as she gets in to the room, and sits down... about all she has energy to do is first sit with her hand on her chin like she's thinking.] ... No, I don't have an appetite for anything at the moment. [The door and the premise saw to that. Anything he'd make to drink would probably just sit untouched.

And then...

... Slowly...

... She leans forward, and rests her face in her hands, elbows on her knees.]

... What kind of a nightmare did we get ourselves into, here?