"Well... this is the fifteenth day," Lennon said when she told him he didn't seem like he'd just arrived here. "For the people who were here from the first. A few people have come and gone since then." He didn't leave much of a pause after that, because he didn't really want her to ask where they'd gone, because hell if he knew. He only hoped they'd been taken back home. The optimist in him wanted to believe that part.
He waved a hand when she asked what kind of stuff. "Random things mostly. One day they tried to boil us in our skins, ya know cranking the heat up to inferno temperature. Then there was the day we had to do an obstacle course. Another day they moved some people into town and we had to go find them." He gave her a rueful smile. "And some days we don't have to do nothin' but be here."
When she agreed to come downstairs with him, he started walking toward the steps. "Off we go," he said. If nothing else, she'd know where the kitchen was now.