[She's definitely Not Happy about this situation. While she sits in a pew, confident and calm on the outside, she's definitely wary of this entire situation (but who wouldn't be?). Her spell tome rests in her lap, the booklet on top of it. She's flipped through. Her own description isn't terrible, but...

This is definitely a strange thing.

She and Dhaos apparently don't have to do a survey anymore.

Eventually, she'll look up to the nearest person, and, softly--]

I cannot say I am particularly fond of being ordered around.

[She runs her finger along the booklet.]

"Designation"...is it? Have we been "sorted" in some way, then? ...How insulting.