Rowan blinkered awake, rubbing his head and groaning. "Eugh, huh?" He tried to stand up, but still found himself disoriented by the surprise scream. He had to stabilize with his baton, then looking to the others. "No really, what the hell is going on?" He flipped up his hood, looking around. "I woke up this morning... not feeling like myself... but then I remembered... I just don't -know- myself... and this... this isn't helping me get my bearings... I can't do it..." He then looked down, sculpting his baton into shoulder pads, as his arms sank low. His hands were open, like he lost all hope and interest.