[The ten foot tall woman in what looks to be a streamlined space suit of some description who's stuck in the boat with Krolia looks no more impressed with the situation, leaning her feet against the bar that's supposed to keep them in the ride because she literally can't fit her legs in the lower space. She supposes she should be grateful she isn't just sinking the boat, honestly.

Klan tilts her head back a bit, looking sidelong at Krolia before she speaks up.] You look like you want to be here about as much as I do. So are we just gonna keep sitting around on here, or are we gonna find the nearest emergency exit?

[In theory, there...should be one, though if these rides are operated by magic, she's not entirely sure that's going to be the case here.]