She settles back on her heels, visibly regaining control, and sweeps her eyes over the room again.  “Jadna.”  She looks across at the man in the floor, her eyes narrowed still in confusion and, somehow, regret.  “What, is this some kind of joke..?”  she seems relieved to hear English come from his mouth.  “Where are my clothes, and what is this place?!”<br/><br/>Everything was foggy… her apartment, was that the last thing she remembered?  Falling asleep with a cigarette smoldering in the tray by her easel?  Or was it at the studio downtown, meeting with Richard to discuss the opening..?<br/>