Rashad stares blankly at her, slowly coming to the realization that she is operating under a differing set of assumptions about the nature of this...setting. He tilts his head at her, calculating. He might answer her questions. He might correct her misconceptions. He will do those things...in a minute.

"Who was operating the Relaxation Center before now?" he asks as though this is a perfectly reasonable question and as though he knows what a Relaxation Center is. "Perhaps it is the sa -- hachoo!!"