Jane's brow furrowed, "flat like the landscape out there?" She pointed toward the area where the desert was around the inn. That wasn't familiar to her at all. Except there was one memory that didn't involve sand desert.

"I do remember a place that was lush and green, not like a jungle, but flat." She didn't know if that was a memory of Asgard or through the lens of manufactured memories. It was actually the central plains of Belgium but she didn't know that.