Usually, there are, you know. Roads leading out, to other places. Airports, and yeah, boats. Some form of transportation, a teleportation hub, maybe.

[ She isn't dead set on continuing to find a way out or necessarily beating a dead horse. It's just weird. ]

I have no boat-making skills, but it'd be a fun project. In any case, unless or until someone who's actually from here can explain more, I guess I'm here for the ride. Hopefully, there's no other shoe that'll drop. Just a cozy life while we make up for fake crimes.