Lily sighed with relief as Charlotte finally opened her eyes. When Charlie had been the last to wake up, she'd gotten worried - well, more so than she alrady had been. "I don't think anyone's hurt," she told her friend, because the blonde freaking out in the corner was pretty much the definition of 'not okay'. But that could be handled, as long as no one was bleeding or had broken bones. Lily stood and did a quick self-check to that effect, doubly ensuring that her dress didn't have any potentially embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions.
"Criminally what?" she echoed, suppressing a jolt of fear. She looked around, seeing the map in question, but wasn't able to really examine it before the voices that had been quietly building since she woke crested in the form of a sudden loud, angry scream that sent a stab of pain through her skull. She flinched, stumbling against the wall; from the familiarity of the sensation and the way no one else had reacted with her, it was her clairaudience at work. And if this place really was an insane asylum, she realized with a sinking feeling, she was screwed.
"Okay," she said, turning to face the group. "I don't suppose anyone knows how to get home?"