"About the big things?" She shrugs, pulling a face. "Nah, not really. You've been here that long, you'd know if there's a way out. The way people have set up here?"

She jerks a thumb over her shoulder.

"That says this is a permanent stay. Or it's intended to be one. Am I getting warm?"

Her tone is almost a tired one. It's the same story, she imagines, just better scenery and less blood-sport and digging around in garbage. Which she can deal with, she supposes, just as long as there's some way to pass the time and something to drown herself in.

Sakaar had that going for it, at least.