Deb turned quickly at the sound of the unfamiliar male voice, her instincts in full swing. He was coming at her with a coat, and as much as she didn't want anything from a stranger, she knew it would be silly not to take it.
"Hey. Thanks," the brunnette replied, slipping her almost too-skinny frame into the jacket. Debra studied the man before her and decided she didn't know him. She glanced around her quickly, unwilling to take her eyes off of him but trying to figure out where the hell she was. Deb wasn't normally so paranoid, but when one finds oneself suddenly out of their bathroom and in a strange place -- in the future... well, it was tough not to be a little wary.
"Who are you?" Deb's eyes moved slowly to the domed ceiling. "And where the fuck are we?"