When Tess's consciousness finally returned, she realized that she was moving in some sort of vehicle. She could feel the wind — oh, how she loved the feeling of cool air — blowing against her, her hair had fallen out of the ponytail sometime when she wasn't awake. She found difficulty in opening her eyes, her eyelids felt like boulders that her eyesockets had the unfortunate burden of carrying. She tried raising her head up, and she banged it off the cold hard side of the minicar. That was enough to get her eyes open. 

"Ow, [i]fuck[/i]!" she cursed aloud, clutching her head in pain. She'd already suffered a concussion and clumsily banging it around wasn't helping that matter. She looked at the driver and recognized her as Phoenix. She clasped her hand over her mouth, realizing her language might not be appreciated by the adult professional. "How long have I been out? Where are we going?" she asked, looking at the trees they passed as the motorcycle advanced down the road. Hoping she wasn't coming off as disrespectful or ungrateful, she added, "Thank you. I'm sorry."