Rather than crack a smile at Nathan’s attempted joke, Dani sent a pitying look back over her shoulder in his direction. He really had no idea, and there wasn't much she could do to explain things. Although they appeared to be alone for the moment, the fact that no other footsteps but theirs echoed in the stairwell wasn't a sure indicator of privacy. Not to mention the fact that there simply weren't enough flights left before they reached their destination to adequately touch on the political atmosphere of Austin.
“La Quinta,” she stated, tone matter-of-fact. “It's a repurposed hotel that serves as a jail. A particularly unpleasant one.” Let him imagine the worst from her sparse reply -- the truth wouldn’t be far off.
Nathan’s question about the hospital’s merits was much simpler to answer, and Dani turned to it gratefully. “The majority of people who live here also work for the good of the shelter in some way, but not always in a medical capacity. That requires special qualification. However, anyone who contributes receives access to the hospital’s supplies in return. Water and medicine are courtesy of the Capitol, as well as protection, such as it is.” There was no need to go into just how lacking that protection had proven during the Annihilator incident. Dani had no desire to tread that path today. Or any day, really. As an afterthought she added, “One more floor.”