Joan looks at Ava in her little Amish getup and wonders if she even knows what sex is, how it works. The idea of her finding out here is sickening. She winces in sympathy, unable to hide her reaction through the empty glass of beer in front of her. "It was chaos, and then people started killing each other, and then there was a... sex festival. It just kinda ramped up and up, I didn't have time to look around and, y'know, breathe?"