"Maybe not the island, but they'll definitely move us again. They do that every few weeks," Pam explained, taking another sip of coffee before carefully taking her puppy back and holding him against her chest.
She wasn't about to judge Lana for liking her room. She remembered admiring her own room when she finally stopped crying about being kidnapped. "Oh, this is nice," she agreed. "If this room was, like, in a light pink or purple, I might have to fight you over it! I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But yeah, all this is yours, just, like, make sure you keep it neat! They don't like it when things get too messy, so it's better to stay on top of it before you start cluttering. Umm..." She glanced around, then pointed with her coffee cup. "Looks like your clothes are there, and I'll leave you alone to get dressed, and try out your bed, and probably your shower, if you're, like, a homeless person. Did you need anything else? Any questions or anything?"