[Callisto has already investigated the popcorn, rolling a popped kernel between her fingers, giving it a sniff and wrinkling her nose at the rancid butter smell; no, thank you, she's not that hungry, either. When Parker walks in, she's doing nothing but sitting on the floor between two seat rows, leaning her back against the wall and staring blankly up at the ceiling - so really, she has no reason not to hop up and investigate.
She joins Parker in the projector room, leaning over the machine without preamble, poking at it even more ineffectively and aimlessly.]
What is it?
[She asks, attempting to spin one of the spools as if it were a wheel. The way she says the words - carefully and accented - hints that the language she's speaking is not the language she's used to. There's not much chance of her understanding a full explanation, either, but so far that hasn't stopped her from trying to talk to people.]
exploration
She joins Parker in the projector room, leaning over the machine without preamble, poking at it even more ineffectively and aimlessly.]
What is it?
[She asks, attempting to spin one of the spools as if it were a wheel. The way she says the words - carefully and accented - hints that the language she's speaking is not the language she's used to. There's not much chance of her understanding a full explanation, either, but so far that hasn't stopped her from trying to talk to people.]