It was ... adorable, in a way ... when they thought they could go home. Because who would still be here if that was the case? "As far as we know, this place doesn't have a name," she began. "You can post something in the network on either that device or the computer in your room, but there's no promise they'll respond. If they do respond, the odds are very good it won't be favorable."
No, the odds were pretty high they'd taunt or mock or respond with inane questions. She'd seen a few discussions and hadn't been inclined to try her own questions.
She wondered how much she should tell him to start off. The line was back, she recalled, so that should be a place to start. "There's a white line paralleling the perimeter of this island. It's highly suggested you don't attempt to cross it. A few people have tried, and it ended badly for all of them." Eventually, even for the one who had succeeded in crossing.
"I'm not generally on the welcoming committee, and I'm sure Tyler or Jaime could help you more efficiently, but I'll do my best," she continued. She wasn't unwelcoming, exactly, but she was generally a more solitary person. Her primary company, however, was among the missing. The ones who were sent home. The ones who were very likely dead.