[Olivia, apparently, was sleeping in a black poncho and ripped jeans. She stirred when he whispered and tugged at her blanket, thinking for a moment it was just her hangover fucking with her, but when he raised his voice her eyes immediately shot open and she jumped out of the bed in a matter of seconds, a dagger in hand. Her pupils are fully dilated as she scans the room, panicking as she doesn't recognize it. Her eyes set on Garrot as she backs away from him, ready to defend herself if she has to.]

What is this? Where are we? [She hisses. She's disoriented and terrified, but she makes an effort to remember last night's events.] We - didn't leave the bar together, I-I remember talking to Gyre and then... took the train, found a place... [She then mumbles something about the Protector and lowers her weapon; pretty sure that it wasn't Garrot who put her in this situation, at least. Were they fucking kidnapped? She breathes heavily during this pause, trying to suppress a full blown panic attack. When she repeats her question, it isn't in an accusatory tone anymore - she's just scared.] Where are we?