"This place makes it easy to be complacent, though." Veronica bit her lip, leaning forward, unconscious of her own little gestures as her hands moved. "Parties, food that replenishes itself, decent plumbing, places to stay. If people work hard, it's because they want to. But no one's exactly fighting to survive." She wasn't among the first, and she was sure that, even now, there were details she would never know about the earliest days, things people hadn't thought to mention. On the whole, though, it seemed as if people just stopped fighting to go home after a while. She might have been one of them, but it hadn't ever kept her from wanting to know.