She shrugged, 'Camelot has clothes... though not nearly as unsightly as these,' she tugged at her jumpsuit as they rounded a corner. 'Our food is different, the lighting is different, there are people but they are... different.' peasants and noblemen didn't really compare to her strange roommates or the man she had met yesterday who was broad as a man could be without becoming a grotesque giant.

'In short, not so much. We have walls, floors, roofs, people, food, but all of them are different and this stuff,' she tapped the edge of some monitor or the other that they walked past, 'is unheard of. Not even in tales.'