Sounds deeply interrogatory to me. At what point to you remove the burning matches from the finger nails? Nonetheless, if I were an interloper I’d have the answers ready, as below.
I didn’t find checkin, I was directed.
Much like the ones on the old ship.
That would be telling.
Food’s pretty much up to the usual standards.
Not yet.
Pretty good, isn’t it?
If I were entitled to be there, I think I might move swiftly away, especially if the subject of money came up, which I’ve never heard anyone raise in the QG.