"It's just like that. An excellent simile, top marks." She's still a governness at heart, even if since waking up, it's... fuzzy. She doesn't know what saran wrap is yet, but if she did, she'd think of it like being separated from her old life by a veil that thin and transparent, and that flexible.

"What kinds of things have you seen?" It's a change of subject, and hopefully not an unwelcome one. Something about this place gives her an uneasy feeling. Maybe if they talk too much about those feelings, something will notice.