[ A quick "I'm buying both" to the bartender so they are properly charged -- or in Hilda's case, not drained of credits she may not even have yet -- and she turns back to meet Hilda's eyes. ]

I would not say there is a band of us, precisely. At the moment it is far less organized. [ Her tone suggests that she would prefer a little more organization, of course. ] A loose collection of people with at least one important shared interest: freeing ourselves. Some of them will be handy at causing destruction when and if there is a need, despite our lack of physical weapons. Some stand a chance of unraveling the mystery of what magic has made this place and brought us here.

[ Some fit both categories but she doesn't give a list of names, assuming that at the moment none of it will actually mean much. ]

Sometime, if you would like, we can talk about what I have learned over the last six moons but in the meantime I can say that to the best of my knowledge none of us have ever met our captors, or we are unaware of it. And though parts of the resort have been made to resemble gardens and outdoor areas [ ...like beaches. ] no one has reported finding an exit of any kind.

[ Two glasses topped with matching tiny pink umbrellas are placed in front of them and she picks one up, turning her back on the bar but waiting for Hilda to join her. ]