"Assuming they're real at all."

It's the Labyrinth, multiple changing worlds with every door passed and no discernible pattern.

And Rachel struggles with how to define reality on her normal days.

Climbing to her feet, she looks around the little room, all round stone. A few feet away is a low wooden table, round with four rough legs. There are a few items on top, not immediately recognizable.

So.

She'll just wander over and see what they are.