When she heard a voice she gave a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't alone in this mess. That was...something right? It had to be. She took the glimmer of hope in either case and allowed the fact of knowing someone else knew to calm her. She had something to go on now, at the very least. And if it was a danger, there were weapons in the room she'd come from. Not that she felt she could use them, but they were there. It seemed to be enough.
"Thank you," she gave and stepped from the door back to the couch. Once there she noted the other things down. 'I may or may not have an accent' was added along with 'my name may be Integra' on the paper. After a moment she added 'there is someone else here who knows me' because if nothing else it was more knowledge then what she'd woken up with. Once she'd written it down she sighed again and removed the glasses to rub at her eyes before setting them back on.
She wished there were pictures. Anything more then an odd book with scribbles in them. It may not give her anything, or it may. She was willing to take anything right now.