It was hard to make out details, but when the strange woman took out what seemed to be a needle, Lee backed away and ended up falling right out of the bed.  She could feel a trickle of blood making its way across her hand as she lay dazed for a moment, and quickly returned pressure to the insertion site of the IV she'd removed.  She leaned against the bed as she got to her feet, trying to process what the man was telling her.

"So...after whatever happened, now people are after me.  And I'm just supposed to trust the two of you?"  Had she been sure of her balance she would have backed away -- as it was she*shrank back.  Private security...no company name offered, not even their names, some unknown employer.  And she was supposed to bring them home to her apartment?  But what if she [i]was[/i] being targetted because of...whatever that thing had been.  They were being polite enough, but they were armed, and -- how could she sense the heavy scarring of unexposed skin?!

There was too much she didn't understand, and far too few answers to go around.  She didn't think they were actually private security, but they were armed, and she was not in any shape to be resisting.  She could call someone, let them know....

Her belongings.  She was going to need them, and something other than the hospital gown she was in, not to mention shoes.  And...even if it did incapacitate her later, it was her best option for the moment.  "Fine.  Does one of you know how to give shots?"  Lee wouldn't be able to administer it herself, and her breath hissed out impatiently as the strangers exchanged glances.  She tried to relax as the woman inched her way closer, but she felt as nervous as the other two appeared.  She needed to get out of this place.  The injection began to take effect at once, and soon she could stand on her own.  The moment she was able, Lee made her way over to the cupboard where she sensed her things -- it was uncanny, being able to tell her shoes were beyond the closed door, but sure enough, there they were.

[i]What the hell is going on?![/i]

The faded smell of dried blood reached her, and her clothing felt stiff.  "...Do either of you have something I can wear?  Even just a large overcoat?" she asked, just fishing her things out of the pockets.  Her shoes and purse she grabbed.  They would just have to do.  "The hospital gown is a bit obvious, and my things...."  She grimaced, and tried not to shudder.  As she spoke, she was already jamming her feet into her sneakers.  "Oh, and yes -- I am very much going to want answers."  [i]I just hope someone has them.  Dear God.[/i]