Lina shot the man a dirty look as she stepped onto the elevator. "I don't want to get used to it," she said. "I want to get the fuck out of here." Had someone sat her down and explained everything to her in just such a way, "Hey it's not so bad, you've got no bills and it's all the free booze and five-star meals you could want, and you can even manipulate the world around you to provide you material luxuries," she still wouldn't have gone for it. Sure, it would have sounded good in theory, but Lina was the sort of person who rebelled at being told there was anything in the world she couldn't do. Right now, she was being told she couldn't leave, and that was very much a problem for her.
Unfortunately, so was dizziness. As someone who usually had the constitution of a warhorse, the sick feeling alone was enough to make her feel unsettled. She kept telling herself she wasn't going to think about any of this shit now, and then two seconds she'd try to anyway. Then she wanted to fall over or puke all over again. It was a terrible cycle. Lina sighed and smashed her fist into the button marked 1. Perhaps a bit more roughly than was strictly necessary.