As they move into the hotel, Deanna glances around, letting her eyes take in what the place is, what it looks like, and what she can sense from any inhabitants. The place looks nice, in its rustic way, not unlike something out of a holodeck program, and indeed some of the people in the common area appear to be playing some sort of holographic game. Interesting. They all seem content, focused on their games, and Deanna senses no fear or concern from any of them.

The concern is mostly her own. For better or for worse.

Following Beverly up the stairs and into the room, Deanna lifts a hand to quickly and rhythmically tap two fingers at a specific point just behind her carotid artery. Plexing, a Betazoid relaxation technique, has served her well over the years of her life. Taking a deep breath, she settles gracefully into the offered chair, turning her eyes back upon her friend and finally letting a little of her worry and concern seep through.

"Beverly... where are we?"

Best start small. Deanna has a mental list of questions. She figures she can work her way up the list, beginning with this very important question. Everything else can wait.