"It's like a palace," he says softly, in real, utter awe.

A beat and he realizes he's said that aloud. Embarrassed, Izzy forces himself to look away and clears his throat a little, blinking the spots out of his vision. Yeah.. he'll be seeing those for a while.

Water, privies, cleaning machines, it all sounds so entirely insane. If he were standing anywhere else listening to this shit he would refuse to believe it. But here it is, right before them, attached to the ceiling like it's nothing special at all.

"Next you'll be telling me there's magic tea that makes any fever better. That they've cured Consumption."