Guy watched her, still unable to move or speak. He'd just noticed what she was wearing. It definitely wasn't what she had been wearing earlier that day. His mouth fell open a little. He'd seen women in their underwear wearing more than she was.
He gulped. "Marian, where are we?" he asked, his voice more like a growl than anything else. He knew she had said on the box thing that they were somewhere called Los Angeles, but that didn't shed any light on the situation for him. Where was Los Angeles? No where he'd heard of. It sounded Spanish.