When new changes emerge, Rey gets curious. The drop in temperature not even bothering her a little bit and the bots' recent antics putting her more on edge, she also makes a point not to venture into unfamiliar territory unprepared. With a knife tucked in her pocket, the area opens up to her, and she readies for the worst. First time it was turrets, then there were zombies, sickness, and then some...

This time, it's a... room? A fairly normal room, one fitting for a normal child. Not that Rey would know what that was like, having never actually experienced a childhood for herself -- only memories of lives not belonging to her, and none were as quaint to summon even the tiniest hint of nostalgia. If anything, it only calls a lingering sense of dread, as she recalls a version of herself that had been trapped in a pristine room such as this, though it was no place for a child to live. Her fingers flex, jitters of anxiety creeping in her muscles.

Either way, someone doesn't seem to be having a good time. It's not someone she knows, so when she finds them apparently weeping into a stuffed bear, Rey's first instinct is to retreat.

"Apologies, didn't mean to intrude--" She stops, when the area changes around her to a scene much different from before. "Oh."

Well, shit?