I don't know. ( it bears repeating, because what is this place, and how does any of this happen anyway? was she rohypnoled? because that's pretty messed up to do to a teenager. ) I just woke up here, I don't understand any of this.

( Lydia gets the Chav essence by the colloquialisms, luckily she's comprehensible. she gets up to her feet and stares at the woman, squinting both under the harsh sun, and with concern for her upper-body wounds. that next remark sort of just seals the woeful deal. ) I don't remember the last time I was okay, but this takes the cake. ( said as if bored; if it really troubled Lydia, it would be difficult to tell. )

What...monsters? ( her eyes go a few degrees wider. someone's speaking from experience, and Lydia wants to know why. )