"Like the labors of Hercules?" Clarice's lips twitched but she hid it behind a sip of her mimosa. "Well there are stables that probably need cleaning." She waited a bit before she continued, "but you're good. This is pretty much a hang around until whoever is behind this place decides to pluck you back out again. Every now and then there are ways to get out and explore other worlds, but even with that, it's like in a bubble. You can't get back on your own."