[ Lottie is lucky that Misa is so small, because from her side of the bunk, she remains curled up, hugging her knees. Her own drink remains haphazardly balanced on a beam of the bunk, but she doesn't care - if it spills, so what? This place sucks! Some drink isn't going to improve her mood. ]

I have no idea! [ She didn't like all those strange questions she was being asked, for one. ] I don't even know if those are people in costumes and special effects makeup, or aliens, or what...

[ She looks more annoyed than truly distressed, so that's a plus. She looks over at her bunkmate, meeting the other's eyes searchingly. ]

I mean, didn't all that fur and scale stuff look a little too real?