The puzzle of this was still so jumbled and chaotic in its very own regimented way. She held but a few pieces, yet, as she questioned the reality of them they sifted through her fingers. "So I am asleep...inversed...in Deirealm?" Whatever that was supposed to mean. "There has to be a reason for this - theres got to be..." She mused as softly as she could, not wanting to incite any more outbursts of order from the Commander. Her hands wrung at each other in their position on her lap.

Once the vehicle stopped, she piled out with the others and stood in inferiority to the massive building if only for a moment - receiving the small item and instruction in curiosity. Was this her ticket out? Blue didn't make it sound that way. Nevertheless it couldn't be doubted that it was important, the first step to understanding what kind of mechanics she was immersed in. "I'll be careful...and I'll try to stay oblivious, but-" It was a good thing she closed her hand around the bead before suddenly careening forward from the shove. She'd caught herself in time, moving her feet along with the others, taking a glance over her shoulder wearily at the cold and anxious face of the Commander.

It sounded more and more that whoever Daggart was - it would be in her best interests to build up all the incompetence she had to prove that there was nothing special about her, that this was all a mistake. Maybe if she persuaded honestly enough, she'd find herself back in her own coveted world again. As it was, she had to count her lucky stars that Blue seemed to be looking out for her...but then he was ordered away, and whatever sense of security she felt growing within her began to sink. A silent alarm was going off in her head when his name for her changed from 'Visitor' to 'Prodigy'. With that, paired with the lack of certainty in his words - Berthe looked forwards to behold her forced destination.

The guards in their threateningly flashy garb made her feel like she'd been taken hostage by some futuristic dictator bent on world domination - or maybe in this case, multiverse domination? "What happens in processing? I really don't know what's happening, please." She took the chance to ask, her face twisted pitifully to maybe garner some sympathy - directing this at the Commander regardless of the fact that he'd probably just tell her to shut up again or worse.