Jared speaks rapidly and Sansa tries her best to parse all the information. A phone is for communication. Calling makes sense, somewhat - she would call out to someone to get their attention. Texting makes less sense. Texts are books or scrolls. What is texting. Sansa doesn't like appearing stupid and so she keeps her mouth shut and decides she'll wait for Jared to reveal more about how this phone works before asking questions that make her appear simple.

As to her clothing, well. It's nothing she recognizes. The bodice is tight satin or samite in a magenta color that Sansa hasn't seen outside of a King's Landing brothel and the skirt is tight until the knees where it flares out in stiff lace of the same color. There's some sort of iridescent bits sewn all along the bodice that must be made of dyed shell but Sansa isn't sure what they are - could they be something else entirely?

When they move into the next room, it seems as if this is a glass garden. There's light drifting down and dust motes in the air. There are potted plants about and she doesn't have much of a chance to get her bearings before Jared is wrenching open the door and finding nothing but bricks behind it. Why would the exit be bricked in? It makes no sense.

"I saw it," Sansa says, voice calm. "We should proceed back to the original room, I think, and see if there is another door we might take. Leave this door open, just to be certain it isn't a trick."