Though her panicked squirming had mostly ceased, it was more due to overwhelming shock than anything else. She could feel her limbs being gently but firmly tugged away from her body, stopping before it became painful but not allowing her to retract them back. Celia tried to force some semblance of logical thought through the growing terror, though despite knowing full well she'd accomplish nothing by panicking, calming herself down was still easier said than done. It became more difficult still when she felt herself being moved again, this time tilted up and forwards by the unseen force, giving her a view of the opposite wall rather than the ceiling. It was made of the same pale metal, and relatively featureless. Behind her, she heard a pneumatic whoosh, then soft footsteps ringing out against the floor. Celia nervously tried to call out to the unseen being, but her voice was stifled by the force paralyzing her.<br/><br/>Instead, someone or something else spoke, in a masculine and yet vaguely-robotic voice that reverberated around the chamber. Though it assured her she was in no danger, she couldn't help but be skeptical. More concerning, though, was the fact that she suddenly had a vague idea as to what might have been happening to her. It was completely and utterly ridiculous, something a logical mind should have written off without even considering. Yet the evidence was gradually mounting, and it would have been just as illogical to ignore that. Besides its caves and its bats, New Mexico was known for something else as well.<br/><br/>Before Celia could protest her handling by these supposed extraterrestrials, she felt something light and hard rest around her head, followed almost immediately by absolutely nothing at all.<br/><br/>As the voice had warned her, she found her forced unconsciousness plagued by surreal, disjointed dreams, none of which she could even vaguely recall when she finally came to. Her awakening was abrupt, unceremonious, as if she was merely waking up in the morning, in her own bed. Indeed, for a moment the disoriented girl believed the entire experience to be a bad dream, until the feeling of drowsiness was shaken off and she realized that this was neither her bedroom at home nor even her sleeping bag at camp. Celia flailed into a sitting position on the bed, looking around wildly. This room appeared to be some sort of barebones dormitory, beyond the bed she was sitting on there wasn't much at all. The bed itself seemed overlarge, however, almost what a human would have considered a king-size. The mattress was firm and the sheets she had been laying upon were thin and white, though the ambient temperature in the room was hardly cold at all.<br/><br/>Upon looking down at herself, the first thing Celia realized was that her clothes had completely vanished. The second thing she realized was that she now appeared to be entirely devoid of body hair. Not even the fine hairs that every human had on their arms and legs remained. Her skin was smooth, bearing no new marks or nicks or any sort, but it now carried a vague, chemical scent, something sterile but unfamiliar. At least she could move under her own power again. She wrapped her arms around her bare chest, trying to get her racing mind under control.<i>Okay</i>. Assuming that she had, in fact, actually been abducted by aliens, she needed to proceed calmly and carefully. The voice might have said they meant her no harm, but frankly, she wasn't inclined to believe them so easily--even if in the event they<i>did </i>intend to hurt her, there probably wasn't much she'd be able to do about it.<br/><br/>"Hello...?" she called out finally, her voice apprehensive. If she was in some sort of cell, then they probably had some way of monitoring their captives. Hopefully she'd be able to get their attention...and hopefully she wouldn't regret it.