Fain had just been dropped into the strangest place on earth and she all but wanted blood. Eyes narrowing on her friend she grumbled, "What the fuck man?" in a startled and shocked voice. Her words barely above a whisper. Really this made no sense at all to her. What was going on? Why was she here? Where was here? For that matter where were her regular clothing? She wore her PJs. Humiliated and angry at being yanked around and not to mention freaked out just a little bit she demanded her next question in a raised tone of voice, "Where the hell am I? And why the hell am I here? WHAT the fuck is going on?" seething she stopped speaking.<br/><br/>Glaring at her friend she had eyes only for him. She didn't pay attention to anyone else. That would come later. For now she wanted blood or at the very least a little sanity to return. "Dude you could have let me dress first at least?" She added finally trying to calm down. It was easier to be angry then to feel anything else that was going through her mind. Disbelief, shock, fear, annoyance and anger were all the emotions spinning around through her. Why? What? Where? How? where all questions she wanted, no needed, answers to.