Noah picked up his drink and moved closer to the table, seating himself on the arm of a couch. "It isn't the worst place in the world," he admitted. "I think maybe some of the younger people are lookin' at it like an adventure. All expenses paid, nothing they have to do but deal with the occasional bug infestation and random fires, doing obstacle courses." He shrugged. "But on the other hand, we've been taken away from our families, our livelihoods. One girl here's married." He couldn't even imagine how that would be. Pam's husband had to think she'd been killed and tossed into a ravine somewhere and her body hadn't turned up yet. That was what he would think in the same situation.