Victor hadn't heard her approach for behind him, too focused on the carefully curated design of the sticks and the feeling that this temple had instilled in him. Her voice causes him to startle momentarily before he realizes what she has said.

He turns slightly more towards her than the scene before him, the slightest smile of pleasure on his lips. He hasn't really met many in his time who would so aptly finish a quote like that. A blue stocking perhaps?

"No. You needn't apologize." His voice is hushed in this place. He doesn't wish to bring down upon them anything that might hide in the shadows. "I couldn't help myself either. This place feels rather like that, doesn't it?" His gaze leaves her to return to looking at that figure. "It's a rather macabre thing to greet us with."