James rolled backward off the bed, blushing fiercely and jamming her back legs closed as firmly as she could. She cowered behind the bed, searching the room for her XE-201 or any of the gear it had contained. She had a few bandages on her body, some of which clung to her with a wet, slightly gooey feeling. Other than that, there was nothing. Her tiny body smelled faintly of soap and her hair and tail had been brushed, but that was it. “Do you know what happened to my stuff?”