Maurya blinked at the door. He was right. That did sound crazy.
"Uhhh..." she looked back over her shoulder, and did in fact see a computer in one of the corners across from the bed. "Okay. Sure." Like this wasn't weird at all. The redhead made her way back over to the computer, and as she read through the instructions that popped up she had to wonder what kind of drugs had been in that IV. She read everything twice, trying to make the words all make sense. She didn't bother changing her logon, because she couldn't imagine she was going to be here long enough for it to matter. She typed out a quick message and hit send, and two things happened at once. She heard the door unlock, and she was assaulted by several messages. She skimmed these rather quickly, something about a vote between cleaning and a pharmacy? At which point she was prepared to assume the sore spot on the back of her neck was leftover from some pretty massive head trauma.
Pushing away from the desk, Maurya made her way back to the door. She was still a bit wobbly, but she was feeling steadier with each passing moment. When she opened the door, she expected to see a doctor of some sort. Some little man in a white coat with a clipboard. Or maybe a TV crew. 'Smile, you're on Candid Camera.' Wait, no, they didn't have that show anymore. What Would You Do? Sure. Okay. What would you do if you woke up in some weird Hotel California for the digital age? Well, John. I'd think I had head trauma. Also, this show is mean.
It was not some little man in a white coat on the other side of the door, nor was it John QuiƱones and a camera crew. It was just... a regular guy. "Uh. Hi," she said, blinking stupidly at him. "What's going on?"