Disoriented wasn't for the word for the state Claire found herself in, but it came close. Disgruntled was more appropriate, because of the required anger-factor, however there was also the distinct feeling that she'd been yanked out of a fever dream and dropped into a bad-trip. Whether it was nerves or some physical side effect from whatever she'd just been through wasn't clear, but Claire's knees felt about as solid and cooperative as old jello. They stumbled her through what could only be called an alley- an alley she didn't remember ever being, and plowed her through a set of trash cans that spilled their contents onto the walk. She would've followed right after if she hadn't caught the corner of the building with one hand
"You- Hey!" Panting and wild-eyed, she called at the only body she saw, a dark haired man not far down the sidewalk. She started for him, willing her legs to fucking work- if someone had drugged her, there was going to be a goddamn reckoning. "Weird question- where the hell am I right now?"