Dugan sees the ground rush up at him from nowhere, and reflexively curls into a ball. Rolling with his fall, he slowly rises, and checks himself for broken bones. As he's doing so, someone runs into him from behind, and he turns automatically. "Excuse me." The words rise to his lips unbidden, a low voice his mother had always said would have sounded good on the radio. He looks into the eyes of the woman who bumped him, brown eyes partially concealed behind wet lenses, but then looks away, quickly, taking in his surroundings. The look on his face quickly turns to one of confusion. "Err, where am I?" he asks, turn back.