(To be fair, by Alternian standards this puts her somewhere just below Troll Mahatma Gandhi.)
At the moment, however, she is feeling decidedly unreasonable. Leo blew off her perfectly good advice to leave the goddamn sliding puzzle alone and kill himself into immortality, and what's worse, Alaine backed him up. She's used to him agreeing with her ruthless play style, but for some reason he felt like the pointless sidequests would be useful, and "it's not like we're in some kind of hurry, right?"
So, like the reasonable person she is, she stormed out of the computer room and went off to explore the meteor and steal people's stuff from the chests. So far she's found Sky's lacy underthings, a handful of boonbucks, Ari's lacy underthings (which she files away for later perusal), and more weapons than anyone could reasonably need, all of which have gone straight into her inventory.
She opens another door. It leads-
to a refreshmentblock?
She draws a heavily alchemized dagger and advances slowly toward the beveragetable. "If Troll Ashton Kutcher shows up, I'm stabbing him in the face," she warns the empty room.
She spends a while shopping at the bar and smashing her purchases into thin air, then gets a flask of Faygo and strolls out the door.
Sefton waits until she has gone and then peeks out the door. Katrin and Stalas seem to be... just in the process of coming over to investigate.
"I would've expected you to follow faster than that," he observes.
"I didn't realize you were so impatient," Stalas says dryly.
Sefton frowns slightly in confusion.
She stops and looks around, clasping gauntleted hands in front of her.
"I don't believe this place is in the Fade," she says slowly.
"Funny, that didn't look like a rift. What new and exciting way to break reality have we discovered this time?"
A grey-skinned young man in a bright purple codpiece walks in. He has two splintered horns on his head, and from his back sprout enormous jade-green butterfly wings. He looks around in delighted confusion.
"Cool, some kind of weird space bullshit! And it's full of humans! Hey, humans!"
Also, he is glowing faintly blue-white.
"Whoa. Shiny human. Nice wings."
He flutters his own wings semi-consciously as he trots over to the bar. "So, like, anybody know what's up with this place?"
"He isn't a human," Katrin interjects before Stalas can get any angrier. "He's a dwarf. And we were just wondering that very thing ourselves. Sefton? You got here first...?"
"I'm not sure," he says. "But in the time between coming in the door and opening it again, I met another person and had an entire conversation with her, and it seemed like you didn't think there had been enough time for that to happen in. I'm not sure whether that's a Fade thing or a this place thing, though."
He examines one of Zan's discarded napkins. "Huh, sentient bar. Could I get a slime cocktail?" He receives a faintly glowing viscous green beverage and a crazy straw.
"I wonder what you'd make of a qunari," snorts Stalas.
Her outfit is less... radiant than Stalas's, but also bears a symbol on the front, although this one is less recognizable and partially obscured by a long open coat. She and Sefton have no wings. Maybe they're a dwarf thing.
After entirely too long, Ari notices the particulars of Stalas' outfit. "Hey, that's Hope! Are you playing the Game too?"
"What Game?" says Stalas.
"I think we might be," says Sefton.
"Cool! Good luck making a universe; we kind of fucked up ours, but I think we were destined to anyway, so it's whatever. Unless it's a different quest every time? That'd be pretty weird." He considers this question, turning philosophically to his crazy straw.
"...Making a universe?"
"Well, that's what everybody said. I wasn't really sure how we were supposed to do it either, tell the truth. Apparently frogs were involved? Anyway, Alaine's in charge of making the universe, I just kill stuff."
"What sort of stuff, specifically?"
"Imps, ogres, basilisks, assorted other jerks? The Black King that one time? Ionno."
"So, if this isn't the Fade, I have to wonder: where is it instead? Katrin, care to weigh in?"
Katrin shakes her head slowly. "I am not at all sure."