Eden is really quiet. Really, really, really quiet.
Steph yawns, rolls over and sits up, sighing, ready but not particularly eager to face another day of placating Tim and pretending she's not going out of her mind with boredom -- and blinks away the afterimages of the flash and the noise to find herself sitting on dirt, red dirt, on a rocky cliff overlooking a
beach that's scattered with rubble and ochre rocks.
"Wow."
Sure, it's not a very friendly beach, and the wind is cold and sharp, but it's a beach. There's water as far as she can see. The immense grin that spreads over her face suggests exactly what her feelings are about being landed in a new world.
However, it's a lot colder here than Eden. And Steph, in bare feet, sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that she dug up from the hotel, isn't exactly equipped for a hike.
There's a fire a little bit that way, judging by the line of smoke. She can't hear anything over the roar of the waves crashing against the rocks, but fire's gotta mean people, right?
Steph starts walking, still with that giant smile.
"... Cool."