[ There's a slight nod in response to his initial question. Yup, they sure had been mysterious graves that had appeared out of nowhere - much like everything else in this place. If there was any sign of who made them, Ange didn't see it.

Which means there's so little to the answer that she doesn't further go into it other than that nod. Instead she just shifts and focuses on his other question, where there's a little more to explain. ]

It literally was like that.

[ To her, anyway. It doesn't help that Ange has learned how to think in board game metaphors for a long while now, considering everything back home. Maybe that's why she can speak about this so calmly, without her facial expression shifting at all - like talk like this is just normal to her. ]

One moment the city looked like some old medieval town. The next moment we all woke up in a city that was much more modern. We're just dolls in some sort of giant crazy doll house. [ Not exactly a fun idea!!

Yet Ange has been in that position for so long now that she speaks of it as easily as anyone would talk about the weather. Even if it might make her sound like a weird teenage girl. ]