[Wet? No, Lamb supposes it's about time she coughs up something more substantial. Well, slightly more substantial at least.]

Rapture was a city built at the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean. It was one man's vision of Paradise, a metropolis with no Gods or Kings.

[She is of course quoting those last words, but there is an audible hint of mockery and disdain in her voice... which quickly fades and turns into melancholy.]

It had such genius, such... potential.