Her brain would have to catch up to her situation before she could truly freak out. Right now, Maurya just wanted to throw up. And some tiny little voice in the back of her head was wondering if that was a fear induced reaction, or morning sickness. The idea was so absurd she might have laughed, if she didn't feel so much like crying.
And also, drugged. Very, very drugged.
"Three weeks?" she asked, leaning heavily against the door frame. She desperately needed the support. Her legs were threatening to give out. "I don't... three weeks? Where are we? How do we get out? When were you taken?" Kidnapped. That was the word for it. Kidnapped. She was not yet ready to assign that term to herself.