[She can see the distaste in his expression, can't exactly miss it with the way he wrinkles up his face, and it leaves her wondering what kind of life he'd had before they ended up here. What kind of life so many of her fellow 'guests' in this world have had; they seem to differ so wildly from her experience, from the things she'd taken for granted as commonplace for years of her life, despite all the while knowing that her existence could hardly be referred to as 'normal'.

He's right though, and she laughs a quick, bright laugh that lacks anything approaching offence.]

Yep. The food is definitely better. And if I'm honest, this whole experience might be something of a shitshow, but it's not all that bad. You should have seen what happened the last time I travelled somewhere new.

[Though perhaps the less said about that the better-- all that death and destruction, the suspicion that had torn them all apart. She's hoping they don't have a repeat of it.]

Although I guess there's still time for things to get worse. And I’m pretty sure my necro hates it here.