Nope. Nothing. [As many fairy tales as a young girl reads, it doesn't prepare the psyche for seeing them played out.]

[An idea occurs to her, though, and she puts a finger to her lips before she says:] Maybe they're testing us. Like... Remember that ViViD level we had to go through when we came in? At least, I did. It was like a test, right? When I was younger, my... dad [the word feels so weird, even though she's used it as a lie before] had me do a lot of aptitude tests, too. So maybe this whole place is just testing us to use us for something else, or just to make sure we're up to snuff. --I don't like the idea, but it makes sense if they're just letting us figure it out ourselves, and not doing anything on their end.