The clerk shook his head, pulling her file up on the computer so he knew which drawer to get the actual folder out of, "Nope, she checked herself in about a year ago, all we'll need is an address so we can have any mail forwarded. That's this one here." He said, shuffling through the forms and pulling one out to place it on top.
For her part, Star stood by, head tilted, just watching this exchange, fingers drumming against the strap of her bag, trying to figure out if there was any way to tell for sure and without going on a killing spree if this was all a simulation or not.