"It doesn't seem like there's a real way in either." Her voice is low but matter of fact as she looks around them, almost like she's sharing some sort of secret. Maybe Bev is, honestly, but she doesn't want to explain that. "We just kinda appear here, in those weird pod things like we're some kind of pod people." The distaste there is evident, and she just shivers even if it's a slight one before she returns her gaze to the top of the dome.

"If there is a way out, no one's found it yet." Yes, that's a note of both pessissim and determination in her voice. Bev's going to try and find one even if it kills her. She didn't escape her father to end up locked under the thumb of whatever the hell was going on here.