[A look of disgust crosses her features for a split second upon the mention of those awful, scurrying rats. Disgusting creatures, they are. Creatures trying to survive, just like every other living thing, but they're repulsive all the same.

She pauses, contemplating this new information.]

Is that so? [She remembers grasping for her weapon in the snow. The sudden strike to her head. The darkness... She never liked religion, but she still fears this might be some version of hell.]

What... manner of place is this, do you suppose? It's so unlike my home. I fear I don't understand it at all. The theories I have are all implausible.