'Got to be quick on your feet around here,' she said as they entered the room with the booths. Somehow, it smelt more like metal and sorrow in here than in the hall, the sharp scent filling her nostrils as she sat aside the still separated pieces of her laser pistol to get a better look at the confessionals. Though that was more out of curiosity than an ability to decipher what was wrong with them, even with the information on her PDC.

'At least they don't seem to be possessed.' for now, at least. If there was any wood around, she'd touch it to avoid jinxing herself. 'There's not many booths in here... why are their identification numbers so large?' still, she went around squinting between her PDC and where the numbers ought to be, some of them had rusted a little, or the paint chipped. She frowned.