Cara had had no interest in going on the camping trip, because frankly, choosing to go out into the wilderness without any of the luxuries they had in this place for fun was mad. Richard would probably love the idea.

Still, she could appreciate the impulse to get off the island, and when Surreal had shown up unexpectedly, she'd wasted very little time dragging her off deciding they needed to go on a trip of their own. Only she'd picked somewhere with running water, and beds, and electricity, and walls.

She looked around the rooms they'd gotten. "The view's pretty." Someone was never going to make it as a hotel critic.

[For she who is with her.]