It bothered Jennifer a little that she'd been so happy and free and hadn't cared about what they'd drugged her with until those alarms had started going off. Then not only was she worried about the fact that she should be doing something, but also that she hadn't cared about the medications.
She wasn't the type to not care about things like that.
"I don't... I don't know how I got in here. I don't really remember what I was doing before I was here, at least... at least not right before." She frowned and tried to think really hard. "I... I feel like... there was somebody else, like... somebody I worked with all the time? But not.... in an office..."
But there was an office, wasn't there? Of some sort.
"I don't have clothes or personal items, not really." She gestured to the pajamas she was wearing to indicate the clothing choices she had.