[she had been expecting a more dramatic description, believing this place a sort of after life, but maybe it wasn't the case. It's a piece to a puzzle she doesn't wish completed, anyhow, no reason to dig. Maria has had her fill of knowing the bigger picture.]

Curious circumstances, indeed... but there is no knowing. Perhaps a city of the Old Ones, perhaps a trick of my disoriented mind. I care not for further mysteries. [Maria is tired, but aware of the curse upon her. She may never find rest, she knows this, but the brief respite of the bar doesn't escape her gratitude]

Your kindness is to be cherished, Sir Majima. [despite the sentimentality of such words, she sounds matter of fact in them, blunt even.]