Both of Sam's eyebrows went up slightly. It was hard for her to comprehend anyone actually liking it here. Although she had to admit, she could understand not wanting...plants?...murderous plant life.

Even so. A pretty prison was still a prison.

And this one didn't even have wifi.

"Well," she drawled, "if I ever find the flashing neon sign that says 'Exit' that leads to my world, you're welcome to come with me. But you will have to deal with rubble and destruction and pieces of space station all over the street."