"...Oh. It wasn't noticed. Mm." Vika paces over to the support she used to get up to the rafters, when she woke from death trapped in the temple. She runs her hand down some faint scratch marks; more like scuffs, really, the sort of damage you'd get from pushing heavy furniture without lifting it. "...Here," she murmurs, far more gently. "From climbing. Well. Jumping. I wasn't thinking, but I still did it. This is the house of the goddesses, right? They live here?"