This is Viola's first time in a memory or a Chuck-E-Cheez-Wiz, and she is doubly disoriented. It seems odd to her that everyone has so quickly normalized jumping into their peers and teacher's minds but it doesn't feel like the right time to bring it up. She perceives a sense of urgency in Tybalt's immediate jump to action and so she does her best to mirror the mood.

"It's like a puzzle?" she asks. She hates being out of the loop almost as much as she hates being a know-it-all. "Are we meant to play the games?"