"I'm not a fan of what amounts to a motel full of criminals getting drunk," she said a trifle dryly, rolling her eyes faintly, though her lips kept a faint smile. She sighed to herself as he reached for the bottle and pulled out a glass for him. Might as well, she thought, a trifle resigned.
"We're a community, according to the welcome message you'll read on your computer," she said. "Or we're supposed to become one. None of us, as far as I know, know where we are, and there's no guards or anything. Each of us has a private room with a bathroom, there's this cafeteria, and the kitchen, a gym and such in the courtyard. A few other rooms for communal use." She tilted her head curiously as she leaned back against the bar. "So just what did you get arrested for that you don't remember much of it?" she couldn't help asking.