"'We' are the other people who have been abducted to chill out at the world's lamest hotel...I think you're going to fit in better than I do, though." Jacelyn shrugs and climbs up on a tasteful winding little wall that the landscapers, assuming there were any, must have work very hard on.
"No one has figured out a way to leave yet. Believe me, I have asked. But they're feeding us and letting us live in said lame hotel for free, so don't worry, nobody will eat your pony."