Anyone on the team who's seen or read Alice in Wonderland probably has much more sympathy for the eponymous Alice by the time they get to the kitchen. Hallways growing or shrinking, stampedes of strangely-colored creatures that have never existed, invisible pockets where the oxygen has been converted into helium or sulfur...Alina doesn't seem to be trying to kill anyone, but it's definitely the weirdest version of a training course any of them have ever been on.
They do survive to reach the kitchen though, and the interior walls look like a rave on acid. Appliances scurry to and fro, except for the toaster which seems busy trying to escape the jaws of the refrigerator. Alina herself lies sprawled on her back in the middle of the floor, eyes glowing like brand new headlights. The remains of a toaster pastry are smeared across her face and up into her hair.
"Oh, you made it," she drawls, sparing them a bright glance before returning her gaze to the swirling globes dancing over the ceiling. "Yay for you."
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