Following Sho Kaga, Eloa simply stared at his back. She could stay here if it meant these weapons never left. She could visit. Although, she was unsure why he would make that a condition. She wasn't the first heir to her father's kingdom. She had 2 brothers before her. Of course, that wasn't to say she wasn't important though. There was also his comment of waiting for other countries to develop similar technology before using them. So he was a fair man? He was definitely interesting to say the least<br/><br/>Through the doorway, Eloa's line of thought stopped abruptly as she took in the sights, sounds, and ,oddly, the smells about her. The heat from the heaters hit her first, or rather was the first thing she was able to figure out. Eloa approached one and felt the heat grow stronger as she got closer. She was fascinated. And the lights! Eloa touched one, only to burn her hand on the heated glass of the light bulb. "How do you capture the flame?" She shook her hand to relieve the little pain from the burn.<br/><br/>Wondering gaze fell upon the train and she was momentarily memorized. Until she smelt toasted bread. Two thin slices of bread, the most even cut slices she had ever seen, lay toasted in their own tiny looking, upward facing ovens. This one was made from the same material as a few of the guns she had seen and her brow furrowed. "A weapon of mass destruction?" But, how could bread be used to kill? Perhaps the tiny box ovens were meant for burning the smaller dismembered body parts of a person? A form of torture.<br/><br/>The song, for she recognized it as such, Eloa traced back to the middle of the room and coming from a box. She tapped it carefully while listening. She had never heard such instruments. Not voices sound so...inhuman. "This? What is this?" Was there a way to communicate with it?? Such form of communication would eliminate the need for pidgins, or other forms of letters. Information could be given much easier! There were so many wonderful things in this room. Much better than his guns.