Dorothy groaned, bringing a hand to her head as her senses came to her.

The hardness of what she was laying on came first, followed by the cold, followed by the sense of nakedness. Her eyes snapped open, finding her surroundings blurry and unclear. Blinking a few times, she slowly got to her knees, feeling around for something; finding a pair of glasses nearby and instinctively putting them on. Everything turned clear, leaving her aware that she was sitting in a room, fluorescently lit and made of what she assumed was metal. 

Racking her mind, she couldn't find a clue of where exactly she was, how she got there, why she was there... and, even who she was. She blinked a few times, finding it a slight bit alarming. 

Shakily, she stood up, looking around the room for something to clothe herself with. Her nakedness set her on edge, and allowed the cold to affect her more, and she knew that nothing good would happen until she found [i]something[/i].

Luckily, she didn't need to go far. There were three jumpsuits laid about, one smaller than the rest. She read the names on all three, not a single bell ringing in regards to who any of the names belonged to. Unwilling to handle the briskness of the room anymore, she put on the smallest suit, and approached the window. 

She was captivated by the view for a moment, before deciding that she needed to find some kind of help,  or information on everything she was missing, searching for the door. She found it after several minutes of looking, figuring out to open it with a scan of her hand.

"...Hello...?" She called, feeling as if her voice echoing in the halls was a bad omen. "is.. Is anyone there?" She looked around, starting a quiet, nervous walk through the halls. She had no idea why, but something about her situation brought feelings of fear to mind, causing her to be warey of the ambient sounds of the station.