Momoko stares out the window just before it starts. Glares, rather, at the ridiculous, horrible rain clouds, which seem even worse so long after they'd finished off the hard-won water bottle from the Cornucopia. She should probably school her face into something a little sweeter, more innocent, but playacting for the cameras is getting absurdly tiring, especially now that the medicine that playacting won them has returned her voice. She's finding it harder and harder to keep her true thoughts from spilling out, after the lengthy forced silence.

No matter how tired she is of the act, her survival instinct is stronger, so when the sudden noise startles her into jumping she takes that and uses it, moving towards Ariadne on the stairs. "Is that thunder?" she asks timidly. She doubts it, but who knows what the thunder from manufactured storms actually sounds like, so she goes with it. "I don't like thunder--not the worst thing in here of course but..."