Dot is an endlessly curious sort, even when drunk (or perhaps especially when drunk?) so she readily absorbs this information. She sits down her glass and pulls a red notebook and a pen out of a small bag at her side. She begins writing notes. Whether she'll remember the details or be able to read her writing in the morning is another story.

"The walls... they don't like you fiddling with them, I've found." She pauses, glances off in the direction of the nearest edge of the city, lips curling into a disappointed little pout. "I only want to know what's out there! That shouldn't be a crime!"