Sonia just sort of stared at Miguel for a moment, blinking slowly, because she was pretty sure that this whole thing was about as awkward as it could get and, yes, Sonia, that was the joke, but Sonia and jokes...they...didn't really get on too well.

"Sonia," she offered, finally, and, wrapping herself in sheets, scooted toward the edge of the bed to get a better look around the room in an attempt to try to piece together what might have happened to have lead them both here. Some clothes strewn about, but none of them familiar to her. She reached over to pick up a leather jacket for closer inspection.

"Do you remember...anything...about how we got here?"

Because she sure didn't. But she was definitely starting to feel like she was not going to complain.