Inque nodded at Laurel's suggestion of the bar. She shot the concierge a mistrustful look, a hint of threat laced within the narrowing of the eyes, before turning and walking away from the desk. It wouldn't be hard to find the destination, there were plenty of plaques and marquees pointing them in that direction.
The atmosphere was very calm, stress free and melodic. Soft music was playing, the buffet had lights and all kinds of smells to entice. She found her own appetite had vanished though it was nice to be able to consume actual food and not things someone foraged for or hunted down.
"Dinosaurs," Inque's replied as they stepped into the bar area. "It was a jungle on this island filled with mountains, beaches and dinosaurs. We had to pick our own fruits, hunt for meat, find viable sources of water. But we weren't without shelter. There was this blue box everyone lived in with amenities enough to accommodate everyone. There may have been twenty or so there."