How... But, why...? [perplexed, she drifts ahead of him and up to the concierge, dressed up as she remembered him in the desert. all the trappings, too...

she barely processes the canned greeting, looking at and then past him and around the lobby, not even trying to hide her concern.]

I had thought...we left the desert behind... Have we regressed? [the notion gives her a chill and an impetus to clutch at her chest before double-taking at the young man who rescued him minutes ago.

keep it together, Ardenbury.

after a beat, she clears her throat, straightening her posture.]

To answer your question: Yes, I know this place. I would say familiarity is better than wandering adrift in the unknown, hm?