"I just said, I don't really know what's going on," he admits, motioning with his hands again. "I thought I was dreaming the first time this happened, but I guess it's not. I don't really get it."

Chili glances back to the pedestal and at the objects stacked on top of it. He looks at the little flailing turrets and feels the tremble of the room. Building. Whatever. His attention goes back to the items planted in front of the two brothers. "What... do you think those are for?" he asks, referring to the boots and the guns. "Why are we here? Argh, the least we could have gotten was maybe some guidance to get out of this place!"

Needless to say, Chili is frustrated.