<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"We can't do this...." </span>Cordelia muttered, her head still throbbing, her mouth feeling like cotton. She was dizzy - being the one who had been shot with tranquilizers before being dressed and then subjected to the same drugs and hypnosis as the other two - and wasn't feeling that good... Mostly because she wasn't really sure what was happening and why, even if what Abbey and the announcer was saying sounded ... possible. She had her own doubts, but would never leave her sisters alone. For now it was easier to just go along and stay with them, looking for clues.<br/><br/>Cordelia still tried to remove the headgear, fearing for her hair, and not remembering if she had on makeup or not... But she was also a little bit clausthrophobic. While she clearly remembered having tried out the gadgets inher room and putting on the boots, the other parts was hazy... Stretching and trying to feel her hands and fingers before she moved to get out of the breathing mask, Cordelia was soon clawing at the straps.