"Um...about...three years now?" Billy mumbled, knowing that wasn't exactly a comforting thing to hear. "But most people aren't here that long." Maybe Steven would be one of the lucky ones and get sent home quickly, with no storms and no fighting...

"It's...hard sometimes," he admitted, but he put on a smile, "I've got family here so...it could be worse." Oh. Shit. That was rude. "But um...everyone's really nice for the most part. And we all look out for each other, so...you'll be fine. Promise."