[ When it comes to old men, Aisha doesn't take any chances. She sizes him up, adjusts the grip on her knife. When Aisha speaks, her voice doesn't seem to have any identifiable source, other than 'somewhere behind him', even when he looks for her. ]
Hey. You. Yes, you. Where are we? Why's the hotel underground?
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Hey. You. Yes, you. Where are we? Why's the hotel underground?