Yesterday had not been an easy one for Lana. She'd always been a little sensitive to medications in the past - usually half or three-quarter doses did her just fine, but she must have been given a full dose of whatever sedative had been keeping them asleep. She woke up feeling sicker than she could remember being, disoriented, nauseated, with a headache that felt like her head was clamped in a vise. She'd barely explored her room, only enough to stumble, half-blind from sickness, into the bathroom to throw up exactly nothing. Over and over again. She slept in between bouts of nausea, body trying desperately to regain the strength the illness was sapping from her.
She couldn't remember when she'd finally fallen asleep for real, nausea subsiding enough that she went straight back into actually restful unconsciousness, but she was glad for it, and woke in the morning feeling clear-headed and positively ravenous. Of course, with her newly-cleared mind came several unpleasant revelations, like the camera in the room and her inability to leave until she'd updated that journal program. She posted a little something just to get the doors unlocked, then got dressed in the clothes she'd found in the box - exactly what she'd been wearing when she'd been abducted, minus anything useful like her ID, cell phone, or wallet.
Lana slid the orange-y red blazer over her gold silk tank and dark jeans, electing to leave her coat in the room and, though not actually wearing the heels she'd originally gone out in, she did carry them with her as she padded down to the first floor. It was easy to follow the scent of cooking food and low murmur of conversation to the kitchen, where three men and a woman were chatting over... eggs? She went for the fridge and got a bottle of water - as much as the coffee was calling her name, she needed to rehydrate after spending yesterday ill - and eyed the cooking food with a faintly longing look in her eyes.
Leaning a hip against one of the counters, Lana set her shoes down at her feet and offered everyone a polite smile. "Good morning," she said. "I don't suppose any of you have any idea what's going on around here, do you?" From what she'd heard of the conversation as she entered, they were more or less as clueless as she was, but it didn't hurt to ask.