Salla's eyes snap open all at once, going from semiconsciousness to alert wakefulness in the span of a heartbeat. Automatically, she mentally checks herself, padding up and down- armor on, sword on her hip, all of her gear at her back, and- yes, a few extras in her pocket. She remembered- no, she didn't did she? There was a lacuna in her memory that she couldn't explain, and the more closely she ran through her memories the more they seemed to slip through her mental fingers. Someone had done this to her, Salla decided in an instant, and left her here. She bolts to her feet in a single lunge, landing hunched over and with one hand on the hilt of her sword, scanning the area as though she were a wild animal who had just awoken in a dangerous place. Her eyes gleam with a slightly feral light, taking in everyone one by one with harsh expressions. "Who are you," she growls, "And what did you do to me?"