She sits, depositing her crackers on the table. She's eating slowly, just one at a time, trying to savor having something in her stomach again. It gives her time to answer his questions in between bites.

"No staff, that we have evidence of. There's some hints that someone is around. We haven't been abandoned here. If you rip all the sheets off your bed and leave the room for twenty, thirty minutes when you come back the bed's made." It's as weird as it sounds. "So we don't have a lot of details. As for where, I don't think it's anywhere any of us come from."

How many people are there? She has to think about that, running through the faces she knows and those who have left. The hotel is small, so coming and goings are fairly obvious. "With you newbies?" she smirks, and it spreads into a wider smile. "Close to forty, I think. Mostly from different places - worlds. There's people from my home here." People who she wouldn't even have counted as allies at home, much less friends. But they're from home and that means something.