"We're What?!"  she demanded no longer caring about her headache. "How long have we been out?" Her mother had to be panicked by now. Rather than panicking she stared at the floor beyond her knuckles where she let her hands rest slightly balled up on her knees. "Good different or bad different?" She asked wondering if a 'good different' room meant they were more for observation than testing. She could handle people just watching her, but needles and all the horrible things her imagination was racing through, she would rather sleep in the dirt than let them experiment on her.