"Hey, that's more than I have to offer. I can scream loudly. And have a knack for clumsiness. That's about it."

Zoki would totally facepalm if her hands weren't practically glued to her body. "You're still on that theory? I know you fantasize about roleplaying all of us into kinky scenarios of doom like a puppetmaster with too much time on his hands, but I didn't think you'd actually go through with it. Unless there's a 'me' in the real world in on the joke too. I would be that cruel to myself, wouldn't I? Damn."

She looks past and intently studies the eerie glowing blurs spiraling upward. "If I remember right, the clothing room should be...this way. Thanks for the silence, Stacy! I hope your tentacles are awake---oh geez, did I just say that?" Visibly creeped out, she starts to shuffle off. At least she can't see the shadowy forms in the pods up the walkway. That's a bit creepier of a sight than she wants to deal with right now.