"There isn't much by way of answers here. I ... myself and a few others have spent time exploring this place. It's ... barren. A bit of a wasteland, really. The areas they want us to be are ... fairly obvious," she admitted, gesturing toward the hotel and the few buildings that were powered.
Which made the stubborn, contrary part of her want to move into one of the ramshackle shacks that littered the other end of the island. Perhaps they couldn't observe her so well down there.
"It isn't a very pretty place," she agreed as she stepped along the road toward the stores. "There's a mall though, and they seem to have clothing in ... sizes that fit the people here. It's all very well plotted out," she muttered bitterly. It did make her wonder what their endgame was though. What was the point of all of this?