( years upon years of practice and being superficial for the sake of social status. training. beauty queen barely sixteen-style. )

Lydia. I'm Lydia. Sorry, I didn't -- anyway. No. I haven't got a clue, and all of the exits are locked. There's no sign of any staff... There's something about this place that's flat out not right. We just have to figure out what - and eventually, where. That's where it gets tricky.