"I think you're right, unfortunately," Brooke replied to Chad's observation, staring at the empty bin curiously as it opened, wondering what its purpose was.  She shrugged, turning to explore the rest of the house, only to start to feel panicked when she realized Chad was actually right, and there wasn't a way out of this place.  She didn't care how comfortable it was, she didn't like the fact that they weren't free to leave, that they were stuck here, for who knew what purpose, or for how long.<br/><br/>She swallowed back the nervousness for the time being, glad she at least wouldn't by herself.  Maybe the two of them could at least keep each other company and keep themselves from going crazy, although on thinking about it that was a poor choice of words.<br/><br/>"It's nice to meet you Chad, I'm Brook," she said, "although I guess I should say it wasn't under... whatever circumstances these are."  She moved closer, intending to shake his hand, only to be stopped by the activity on her bracelet, staring at the strange message, and not liking the bit at the end, what looked like a dosage indicator of some sort.  She didn't have long to ponder it though, as she began to feel oddly separate from herself, and that ringing in her ears wasn't helping.  She tried to open her mouth to say something, to ask what was going on, but her brain wouldn't cooperate.  She made an attempt to find a place to sit, hoping whatever it was would pass quicker if she wasn't standing up, but didn't get very far, only a few steps at most, with the way she was restricted in moving, but managed to get herself seated on the floor before she lost even that much movement.