[center][h1][b]Lucie Valentine[/b][/h1]

[h2]Location: Still loitering around in the hallway...[/h2][/center]

[i]English! He spoke English! [/i]

Lucie's tense frame slumped a little bit in relief, releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Her relief, however, was short-lived as a torrent of questions spilled forth and it soon became obvious that he knew as much of the situation as she did. As someone who wasn't a native English speaker, she had to concentrate a fair bit to catch everything. It was worlds different from hearing it in the movies or games - which were designed to be easy to understand, after all - and to hear it from a young man who seemed just as worried about the entire situation as she was. Disappointment dulled her brief spark of hope and gave way to embarrassment as he pointed out her odd choice of apparel.

"I like to be prepared accordingly and figured this was the perfect outfit to be kidnapped in." 

Covering up her embarrassment with a healthy dose of sarcasm was proving to be more difficult that usual and though her words were flippant, she couldn't wipe the worry from her face or the tremor in her voice. 

The girl had been too panicked for it to occur to her that she must look quite the bizarre sight until it was pointed out. Her outfit wasn't inconspicuous as far as clothing went, after all. Still, it was the least of her current problems. She could grit her teeth and bear a bit of indignity if it meant she could just leave this entire incident behind. 

"What crash?" She asked carefully, suddenly not sure she should have talked to him. 

Was this person talking about the car crash that killed her parents? It was highly unlikely that a random foreigner she happened to meet years after the incident in question would know about it; but the icy fingers of fear trailing down her spine had stirred up a cloud of paranoia and made it difficult for the girl to see it. The young man raised a careful hand to his side as if in pain and it dawned on her that he had most likely been asking about a crash [i]he[/i] had been in. Loosening fingers that had been curled up into fists at her side a moment ago, Lucie felt the beginnings of a completely alien feeling. Sympathy. 

Before Christian could ask for her name, they were both distracted by the guy with the mohawk - the very same one who had appeared out of nowhere - as he quite literally vanished. Letting out a startled squeak of surprise, Lucie nodded her acknowledgement. If they had both seen the same thing, it wasn't likely to have been a drug induced hallucination. 

"I don't know! How would I know? People don't just vanish into thin air!" Notes of panic laced her voice and she shook her head as if it would somehow force the world to start making sense again. It didn't. "I don't suppose you know where the exit is? I need to get out of here. My flight leaves tomorrow. I-"

Lucie paled suddenly, drawing a sharp intake of breath as she realized she didn't know what time it was. There hadn't been a clock in the room she had woken up in, and her cellphone was missing. She had no way of telling how long she had been unconscious for. There didn't seem to be any windows either, through which she could see the outside world and make a guess at the time.

"Do you have a cellphone?"

[@Gonzo]