Ivy slowly sits up. She doesn't want to move quickly and startle the nervous woman with the gun. She holds her hands out in front of her as she does, to show she's not doing anything with them. Once she is sitting she tries speaking again, going calmly, and slowly. What she really wanted to do was jump up and shake this woman senseless, but felt that wouldn't adventitious.<br/><br/>“Where….am….I.?”<br/><br/>She looked at the woman. It was hard to keep the frustration she was feeling from bleeding through in her voice. She had to take deep breaths and clench her toes.<br/><br/>“If…..I am…safe….why….do they…keep….yelling….in my….head?”