Vaggie. [He tests the name out on his tongue, and offers her an encouraging smile.] It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sure between the two of us, whatever is keeping us here is going to- they're going to regret... the... we've got this.

[They're so good at words. They're reaching a hand up to touch the back of their neck self-consciously, and a small storm cloud starts to form above them.]

I suppose it would help if we knew where we were going, though. It all just looks so... empty, here.