"This place," she said as she glanced up to him as if he was crazy. "This," she gestured to the interior of the hotel's lobby. "The floor is not dirt or planks. The walls are not boards and logs and wood. That," she gestured to the entire expanse of the dining area and kitchen. Some of the elements in there she thought she might recognize, but they'd had a more primitive form of ... everything ... back home.
"I don't know what black ops are," she said. "I know what night furies are," she said, which made her wonder if she'd see Toothless ever again. Or Hiccup. That thought was ... disturbing. Her lips pursed slightly before they pulled into a thin, annoyed line.
"I don't know why anyone would do something like this," she concluded.