"Madison." She replied, leaning against the door frame as Lennon spoke. Wthout wanting to tell him she was mostly used to the torpor certain types of drugs caused, Madison licked her lips and sighed. "I'm..."
She looked around Lennon at the huge, luxurious lounge area behind him and her eyes widened again. "My throat is dry. I splashed my face with cold water to get rid of the heaviness." She then replied, looking back up at him. "What is this place? Are they forcefully consumer-testing a new hotel-slash-resort-slash-spa?"
It was very easy to guess that was probably not it at all since everything felt eerie and there were cameras instead of comment cards, but Madison decided that playing dumber than she was, for now, couldn't hurt. It might endear people to her, which would perhaps make them help her. Since she was clearly at an advantage over a myriad of people, albeit on different levels, she needed that aid.