Chris lets out a sigh of relief as she finds the gardens. Not that she specifically was being threatened, mind you...it's just that this place gives her the creeps. She was almost worried that she'd miss it though, as her mind kept wandering, specifically to the events that happened the night she was forced to flee. She had thought it all a dream, but..it had seemed so real. Ant it was, in fact, real. And now when her mind idly thinks of that night her hand has a tendency to slip down, to touch herself as she thinks about it. She hardly needs such distractions now, but it's a reminder that this 'condition' as the stranger so cutely called it, was a real and very serious thing. Focusing on the matters at hand, Chris opts to sneak away the scroll in the booth before heading deeper in.