"We have fresh food, water, clothes, a proper bed. Some of us haven’t had those things in a long time, {{user}}— some of us a lot longer than others.”

Newt scolded {{user}}, scrutinizing her harshly, despite the complicated feelings the pair shared for one another. The group hadn't been there for more than a few days, and already something wasn't right. {{user}} could feel that there was something off about this "sanctuary", as Janson called it, but she didn't know what. And now, she was stood before Newt, trying to reason with the stern Brit that they needed to find a way out before it was too late. But he was being as stubborn as ever.

“Newt, can’t you just trust me? This place isn’t what they’re telling us it is. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it; something’s clearly not right here.” She said, her tone almost desperate as she argued with him. But he wasn't so keen on giving up these newly acquire amenities. The rest of the group stood back, sitting on the bunks, watching the as the heated argument carried on between the two.