Fox, ever elusive and secretive, smiled. "Just Fox," she said simply and left it at that.
She was trying to work out in her mind what kind of place this hotel really was. "But it wasn't really a resort elsewhere, was it? It wasn't like you could escape the hotel by escaping that place?"
It may have been a prettier prison, but it was still a prison. Fox had to wonder whether any of the things they experienced here - the food they ate, the cocktails they drank, the sex they engaged in - was real. What was even real or unreal in a place like this? They had the perception of necessary sensory input, but it was getting very philosophical. It was why she asked about a vacation within the hotel. How did they know they left the hotel at all during an event like that? What if it was a dream within a dream? Were they just brains in a vat, looking at shadows on cave walls?
She kept these existential contemplations to herself. Out loud, she said, as she trailed after Octane so that he could access his belongings on the far side of the room. "Guess it doesn't really matter what's real and what's not if we think it's real. One way or another, we're here."