Roxie... hums. It's a gentle tune, to be sure, almost toneless, but's it's definitely there as she shuffles around the altar to set her flaring marble into a basin so that it can half-illuminate the room a little more evenly.

"There isn't really much to show past this," she speaks up. "Meditation chambers, quarters, art rooms... the real treasures would all be down in the tombs, if there even are any..."