Jillian rose back into consciousness, bobbing up to the surface like a mottled apple. Some primal, animal instinct left in her now civilized mind alerted her that she was not alone; giving her a strong jolt. 

Whipping her head to the side, she spied a hulking brute of a man floating next to her in the tepid air of the unfamiliar room. Alarm coursed through her veins, hot and spiked like so many tiny needles. 

Who was he? Friend or foe? A dawning sickness overcame her as she understood something she had been on the brink of discovering before losing consciousness. 
Not only did she have no recollection of the man next to her; she had no recollection of herself. This realization had come as she searched her memory for clues of where and with whom she could possibly be, the brief scan returning curiously empty of anything at all.
That was of lesser importance to the more immediate danger; however. Compartmentalizing had always been a strength of hers, so she pushed the awakening terror aside. 

Should this man be a danger to her, she was in no position to defend herself against an attacker. Though; looking at him, he may not be either. Dizziness and weakness marked his body; too. Like a piece of fruit left out too long, he looked as withered as she felt. Crossing her arms warily over her chest, Jillian ventured to greet him.

"...Where am I?"