It's funny if you're a sadistic jackass who likes to torment people and watch them wriggle. The sorts of people that you see with magnifying glasses, burning ants on the sidewalk and giggling, that's the emotion you're experiencing. Only, you're the ant.

[She grunted. She was sitting with her back to what looked like a tree, looking out into the park. She had a sour look on her face as she continued, shrugging.]

I've only been here a month. I can't tell what's normal here, other than that we're apparently here to fight a war by being the personal playthings of some real assholes for gods. So normal usually is people trying to pretend they have every day lives, jobs, making friends with strangers and going about daily business until random crap gets thrown at them.