Phaedra awoke in a room that was moderately like the one she'd left in York. Her windows were covered with the thickest of drapes, and there were shades as well to make sure not a single beam of light got through.
The room itself was similar, too. Not a copy, but appointed in dark colors like her room in York, and also like her room in Seattle. Decorated to her tastes, just so. It was comforting.
It was why she didn't yell or shriek. But once she'd risen, once she'd pulled a t-shirt on, and a pair of pants, and padded barefoot out of the room and into the kitchen, then Phaedra reacted.
There was a... being there. One she did not know. Sitting there. Not human.
Her eyes bled to their more feral green. Her movements became slower, almost like a stop-motion movie. Deliberate.
She stopped just short of where he sat. Her eyebrow raised.