Freya's step slows by a fraction, and her bearing adopts something more cautious.

"You really that surprised?" Her tone seems just as casual, at least. "This seems about the right level of weird. Don't let your guard down."

The incandescent bulbs, honestly, weren't great. Freya could tell the path was starting to split ahead, but she couldn't see much more than that. "Got a preference?" She asked, gesturing vaguely to the tunnels.