“Oh, I would not be so certain,” Susan replied, eying the woman that had joined her on the beach. In general, she did not trust people that randomly offered helpful information. They almost always wanted something in return, even if they did not think so themselves, and Susan did not like the social obligation that was implied without her consent. “If something unusual is happening in my life, my grandfather is usually involved somehow.”
She took another look around the beach, somewhat unsettled by not seeing the spire she'd been expecting. To another person, it might have been frightening, but Susan did not get mad. Susan got angry. And she turned anger into action and solved whatever was disturbing her as efficiently as possible.
But she had a resource now that she hadn't had a minute ago, and that would provide her with some information. After that, she was going to locate her grandfather and sort out just what it was that he'd done and how he was going to fix it. Because really, it was his turn this time. She'd saved the world twice now. This time Death of Rats could go or something.
“Can you tell me where we are?” Susan asked. “I read the information in the little booklet, but it really wasn't very clear. And the grammar was appalling. I understand we're at a resort, I just cannot get my bearings on what island we are on. Obviously we are near the Rim, but I'm not certain if we are more turnwise or widdershins from Ankh-Morpork. I can't even see the Hub from here. Where are we?”