[Lila would prefer to stay in the graveyard. Even she can't say why; it's foul and macabre and frankly tasteless, but in its way death is a comfort to her. She watches the panorama with a dispassionate eye, wondering who this place belongs to and why they've decorated it the way they did.]
[Eventually she steps into the mausoleum nearest her and seems utterly unsurprised to end up in a train car, her eyes darting back and forth once or twice before she acquiesces to the strange glamour of it all. She pushes her way into the train car and settles next to Natasha's feet on the opposite seat, giving her a steady, almost challenging look.]
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[Eventually she steps into the mausoleum nearest her and seems utterly unsurprised to end up in a train car, her eyes darting back and forth once or twice before she acquiesces to the strange glamour of it all. She pushes her way into the train car and settles next to Natasha's feet on the opposite seat, giving her a steady, almost challenging look.]