She almost doesn't have the heart to tell him, but, "You're about a hundred years off," Ava informs Max, returning with her five finger discounted milkshake. "Aw, vanilla," boring, she mumbles, but doesn't stop her from taking another sip and inspecting the record on the wall just as closely to see what has him so fascinated

"But maybe not a hundred miles off," she adds in, a glance back over at Skulduggery. "Took a peek outside the place, and it's all desert. Maybe it'll be giant Sandworms." Like Dune.

Camp was a bit of a let down after all that hype and high alert and not a single bear attack or mass murderer escaped from a nearby asylum. Doesn't stop her from trying to figure out how this place is designed to kill them.