Ugh, my head... where the heck am I? I didn't think I drank THAT much...
Skye suddenly remembers the group of strange individuals, and the scuffle afterwards.
What is up with this collar? I can't get it off... Skye reaches up into her hair, and pulls out some consealed (sp?) lockpicks +3. Hope this works... she tinkers away at her collar, while looking around for an escape route.
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