Ah. Good. Progress. "Oh, I should think not," Reginald agreed, stepping forward to investigate the fridge. "As I'm coming to see it, we're both here against our wills and desires and absent of any form of permission. Under those circumstances I dare say you're entitled to take whatever you like from the kitchen." He wasn't scared -- not yet, anyway. The situation made no sense to him, but Reginald was slow to panic. He wasn't the sort of man who jumped immediately to the worst case scenario. He would work there slowly -- leisurely, and at his own pace. And only after exhausting all possible options and alternatives.
Reginald opened the fridge door and found bottled water easily enough. He helped himself to one before returning to his previous station at the counter. Best to give the lady her space. "It's quite a large house," he said. "If the two of us could wake up here with no explanation, it stands to reason that there will be others. Perhaps if we pool our knowledge and experiences we can make sense of what's going on."