She nods, understanding. This, the nightclub, the people doing what people will do in such a place, it's expected. It's more normal, has more of a frame of reference, to most people. She can't imagine, even in all the worlds that must be out there, that there's a lot of places where being hauled away without so much as a by-your-leave and tossed into an inescapable city is at all normal or everyday.

"No, I know. That whole place gave me the creeps. And, like--it's awfully convenient, right? Sure, it's hospitality, the whole least-we-can-do-for-you-poor-thing act. But at the same time they get people to hang out a while and they get a chance to watch them. No, thanks."