[ Orpheus nods and follows after her. The thought of asking - what Hadestown was like, if it was really as bad as Mister Hermes said, or worse crosses his mind. But he has to admit to himself that he's scared to find out, and more importantly he doesn't want to put Eurydice through having to answer. So he stays silent, trying to think of something to say. ]

How do you think all of that stuff... fits in there? [ he asks, as it's the first thing that comes to mind. ] In the machine. I guess it must be magic, or god-stuff, but.