Yolanda had left the table of strangers to follow Claire on the tour, silently taking it all in. It was a beautiful place, she had to admit, and it seemed quite high class. She recalled staying in places that boasted three and a half and higher stars that didn't have the same kind of quality of accommodation. She smiled a little at the leader, bemused at her attitude. Yolanda wondered briefly if all the officials at the camp were just as full of life and joy. She thought that might grate on her nerves after awhile.

She realised that a question had been asked about inquiries. She had learnt to always ask questions, something her father had instilled in her at a young age. 'A questioning mind shows intelligence', he had often said. Yolanda missed him. Shaking her head slightly, she stepped forward from the group and cleared her throat. 

"I have a question," She said, her accent prominent. "I know that there is a twenty four hour buffet. But is there any kind of curfew in place?"