Lana gazed down to her breakfast selections, eyes narrowed a little as she calculated the spillability of everything as well as her ability to clean the things she might spill. "I'll be sure to be careful," she assured him with a glance up to him.
"Guess if we can't get out, no one's going to take our dry cleaning for us," she speculated. She was almost positive that was a thing in real hotels. "You think we'll still be here in the morning or they'll make us sleep and we'll be back at the ... place. House. Mansion?" She was pretty sure it had too many rooms to just be a house but she wasn't sure where the line was on that front. She nearly asked him if they'd done this last year, but she guessed if people had only been here a few months there hadn't been a last year yet. Was there going to be a next year, she wondered as she carefully took a bite of her peanut buttered toast.
Though she guessed there was nothing to say they might not wake up in the prison, or somewhere else entirely.