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She hadn't thought of that. "Um...Maybe they're charitable people who wont mind sparing a free meal? I mean...well, its worth a shot then." She walked in, immediately noticing something odd. The people turned to see who entered and then...resumed eating and chatting. As if it was normal to see someone dressed like her. "Naomi? It..doesn't seem like this is something unusual..." She felt herself shrinking slightly, suddenly self conscious despite not attracting attention. Normally, in movies, when people ended up in some other dimension, the natives came at the protagonists with pitchforks and torches or guns, or at least stared at them long enough to make them uncomfortable. Maybe they weren't in another dimension, and they were, in fact, on an enormous movie set? That would explain the peoples disinterest in them. Either that or two people who stuck out like a sore thumb was something they saw everyday.

Would she dare interrupt someone from their conversations to figure this out? Nope. She was too scared to find out if this was either the movie set or the real thing. She looked at Naomi. "Can you...ask...them...stuff about this place, and the food?"