"Ach, dearie me, ye've not evolved yet." Hope smiles at her softly before turning back to the dish she's cooking.
"Wh... wh... wha...?" Jenny stammers, feeling a growing sickness in her gut, the dreadful pressure fear puts on you... like gravity clinging onto your insides and pulling them to the ground.
"It's somethin' they put in th' air here... brings out whatever animal ye are on the inside ont' th' outside. As ye can see... I'm a monkey."
"B... b... bu..."
"Ye might as well relax. Breathe deep. Yuir here, and yuir never goin' back."
That's when it hits her, a cold, clammy feeling... whatever chemical was dispersed into the atmosphere about this place begins to take its effect...