"It's fine," she was quick to say. Something about her didn't like the dark all that much. It made her feel uneasy, like there was something out to get her. And she didn't like that, although logically, who would? Settling down on the couch, her eyes instantly went toward the open window. She tried to keep her breathing even and calm, to try and relax just a little. Closing her eyes, she nodded to show that she understood and tried to breathe, swallowing as she went along. A singular spot on the ceiling caught her attention, and without even thinking, it was like everything evened out, even if it only felt like a few seconds to her.
"I woke up," she started out, going with the first thing that she remembered. "In a hospital bed, and the first thin' I felt was panic. I dunno wha' it was. I just didn' like it in there. It felt strange, like I would never get out. Or that they would ask too many questions. I don' like it when they do it. Feels like they ask for too much, and then some I don' wanna answer." She stopped. "Feels like I had been in a place like that before. I don' know where. I still didn' like it. It was just........too clean. Too white. Too everythin' I didn' like." She closed her eyes and tried to get the feeling of being so clean out of her head.
"Showed me a truck. Looked like it had been hit by train or somethin'. Dashboard had a huge hole in it. Said they found it with me. Or near me. I don' remember it too much. It did look familiar. The stuff inside it didn'. Found a whole bunch of weapons." She paused, unsure of whether or not she should continue. Was she a criminal or something? Oh dear Lord, please no.
"There were a whole bunch of IDs," she said slowly, the memory coming back to her. "Said they found it in the glove box. They all looked like me, but none of the names were mine. None of them felt right." And here she stopped, unsure of where else to go. It felt like something was coming.