Unfamilliar Room
Janelle opened her eyes to find herself in a room that she did not recognize. The walls were an off-white, and there were bright lights above her. She was in a comfortable bed, but there was a distinctly sanitary smell in the air and everything was prim and proper, it seemed that she was in a hospital. Everything was a bit fuzzy though, and it was hard to think clearly, but that was because of whatever medication Janelle had been given.
Before she had too much time to wonder about her situation though, a woman walked into her line of sight and spoke softly in Trade. "Oh, you're awake." She was rather tall for a woman, over six feet at least with a dark complexion that clashed with her amber eyes and blonde hair, by human standards at least. If everything on her was natural, she was probably a tall Minkan, or an Abwehran, the more lithe but muscular figure hinting towards the later.
"You've been out a couple of days." the woman checked Janelle's pupils, and a few other vitals and then smiled. "But it does not seem like anything is wrong with you." She gave a soft not at this, but her smile soon faded. "You are currently at Waypoint Trade station. Some men from the Schirmherrschaft, the police, are going to talk to you. You're not in trouble, they just want to know a bit about you since you did not have any identification on you."
Janelle opened her eyes to find herself in a room that she did not recognize. The walls were an off-white, and there were bright lights above her. She was in a comfortable bed, but there was a distinctly sanitary smell in the air and everything was prim and proper, it seemed that she was in a hospital. Everything was a bit fuzzy though, and it was hard to think clearly, but that was because of whatever medication Janelle had been given.
Before she had too much time to wonder about her situation though, a woman walked into her line of sight and spoke softly in Trade. "Oh, you're awake." She was rather tall for a woman, over six feet at least with a dark complexion that clashed with her amber eyes and blonde hair, by human standards at least. If everything on her was natural, she was probably a tall Minkan, or an Abwehran, the more lithe but muscular figure hinting towards the later.
"You've been out a couple of days." the woman checked Janelle's pupils, and a few other vitals and then smiled. "But it does not seem like anything is wrong with you." She gave a soft not at this, but her smile soon faded. "You are currently at Waypoint Trade station. Some men from the Schirmherrschaft, the police, are going to talk to you. You're not in trouble, they just want to know a bit about you since you did not have any identification on you."