That silence following her questions knotted up the unceasing unease within her. It was like the only process working was the sector of her brain that guided her feet along, everything else seemed to still be in some kind of shock because this all felt so real. But...she'd just been dreaming. The fact that she'd emerged in to whatever this was and not her own comfortable bed in her own apartment in the world she knew to be so stable - it was enough to frighten her stiff - though not quite stiff enough to defy this authority looming over her. She boarded the vehicle, lost in her own thoughts. If this were real, she'd be contending with a very sharp headache. So it was only out of that deduction that she decided this was still a dream, she'd let it lead her out. But that decision was not to last.

The whir and motion of the smooth transport piqued her interest. It seemed to roll on the vacant terrain of thin air, without a bump or shudder... it was so unlike the rumble of the modern day engine. Is this my vision of the future, she wondered, her head turning as the Sergeant spoke at her. Outrealm, Seeker, Prodigies - these words pierced through her certainties, fractured them beyond repair. If she truly was dreaming, these words might've had clear meaning - she wouldn't feel so foreign.

If she was really at risk here, and being held captive, there was little more to do than to continue to comply...right? "So that's where I am...Outrealm?" she spoke hushed. Try as she might, she couldn't place any familiarity to it. She could only dissect it. But could it really be, could she be out of her own realm? She blinked away from the man. "And where we're going, to your headquarters?" Berthe winced slightly at her inquiries. Maybe it was best to not know, if ignorance was truly the ticket out of this.

She shook her head, this was too much, all too out of her control. She was a prisoner of some dream gone sour. "No I don't want this, I just want to wake up now. How do I wake up?" Her small hands rose to her face in a lapse of desperation, the fleshy warm of her cheeks just mocking her - insisting even more reality to this nightmare.