"I do not," Leela shakes her mostly dry hair, frowning. "If this is like a hotel, then there should be someone at this spot. It makes sense. It is wet out on the courtyard, I have been there with a guest named Capa. There is no way out except up into the sky." She wears jeans and a white sweater, with comfortable boots that are tall and reach her knees. They are not her own, not really.

"You remember nothing?"