He tore his eyes away from the statue to regard her for a moment, only to find that she had imitated him and was staring straight ahead as resolutely as he had been. Her expression betrayed nothing, and her voice was near impossible to read. The girl had been speaking in what was practically a monotone the whole time. Even when she switched it up it was difficult to say whether the conversation bored her, made her sad, or was just plain irritated by the whole thing. It was unsettling enough on its own without the strangeness of the fiction theory setting a heavy fog around them.

She wasn't the weirdest person he had met here. That would have to be Luxord or Mathemaniac, without a doubt. But this perpetual...sullen-ness was completely out of the ball park. Not even Moon Knight was this stoic.

And Moon Knight was such a freak.

"Does it bother you?" he asked quietly. "You didn't seem so surprised."