[ With a little more information under her belt, it seemed prudent to continue her attempts to try and help find answers. And to continue her work on her very shoddy map.

Carefully, she begins exploring the large mansion -- shocked that it's not like everything else. She chooses her steps with an amount of caution she doesn't often subscribe to for her regular life. Though, regular is subjective considering nothing about her life had been regular since trying to cross the Fold. And nothing had really been her choice, including her arrival here. And Saints, she was going to do her best to get back home. Or Back to Mal and back to one of the first choices she'd been able to make in months. Even if it was a choice out of necessity.

But first, they needed to get the other people back here. So, she hunts through the large building for clues. Anything that could indicate how to fix this. Quickly, though, Alina is distracted just trying to figure out what happened here. Deft fingers dance over the locks on the windows, tugging on the restraints with growing concern. Walking through the halls, she looks for someone -- anyone. Asking one simple question to try and at least get a baseline of what she was seeing. If this was somehow normal here or if someone else was as concerned as she was over what was being found. ]

What the Saints is this place?