"That's putting it lightly. But yes, when I work up, I really thought this was some sort of afterlife. It still feels like one, even after the explanation from the ferryman." She shrugs her shoulders in resignation, not really sure how to comprehend the whole situation.

"Kansas City, Missouri. If it's not too rude of me to ask, where are you from?" Approaching the stand, the familiar scent and sizzle of fried goods almost overwhelms her, enticing an already persistent appetite. Has it really been a few hours since she ate at the High Temple? Either way, her stomach grumbles lightly at the thought of food...

A quick glance at the menu reminds her how weird, and equally satisfying, fried foods can be. Some of it doesn't sound too bad, thankfully, but she'll let Roxy order first.