[ Edelgard's words earn a short eyeroll from Hilda. Of course she'd want more structure to this band of unknown resort guests. (The eyeroll itself is somewhat hypocritical. No matter how much Hilda may proclaim that she and Edelgard are nothing alike, the fact of the matter is, is that Hilda enjoyed structure on her own terms.)

There is some comfort however in knowing that there seems to be a mix of skills that will probably come in handy somewhere down the line. Not that she'd be the first to admit that; anything that remotely gave the impression that she knew anything about strategy was staunchly avoided.

The drink is picked up and immediately clinked briefly against Edelgard's without any sort of hesitation though it's meant to be common courtesy than any heartfelt thank you. It's mostly an attempt to bite her tongue so that she doesn't immediately sass back that she'd much rather never have another conversation with Edelgard again - but like it or not she's a familiar face. ]

So what you're saying is that this is some kind of weird, magical dungeon?

[ She takes a sip of her drink, a refreshing sweetness running over her tongue. At least the drinks were good. ]

If there's no possible exit or way out then what is there left to try?