Alex laughed. "Look! You kidnapped me here, I didn’t ask to come. I’m sunburned and covered with mosquito bites, and I’m really dirty. The food stinks here. There’s not enough water. There’s no privacy. It’s dangerous! I’m wearing clothes made of paper. Your friends are a pack of hicks and loons, except for your boyfriend, who’s a big cigar-store Indian. Under the circumstances, I’m being a really good sport about this."