Her shift from solemnity to enthusiasm is startling, but hey - she's a kid, and she's been here for a while, and Daniel can't blame her for wanting to move after being stuck in one place for so long. She has the chance to wander freely without real world repercussions.

He hurries after - Melanie moves fast for someone with such small legs - as she whips around a corner and wonders if her probably preternatural speed has something to do with the reason she was put here in the first place. Would being a carrier for the aforementioned disease lend her an increased agility?

Daniel shakes himself back into the present. Losing focus. Getting out is the priority. Getting out and...hopefully not running into anyone with the intent to stop them.

"Seem to know your way around here pretty well," he comments ruefully. "You'd think I'd be better at this sort of thing by now, but I don't think I'm very good at architecture that predates the seventeenth century."

Right, and she would definitely care about something like that.