I'd say so. The last thing I remember before waking up here was bracing for the cold clutch of oblivion. And my own blood in my mouth. And a couple new holes in my body. And I think my arm was snapped like a twig but by then I wasn't keeping track.
Bare bones? Are you kidding? This place is luxurious. Could use some redecorating. Smells wrong, but I can cozy it up.