You slowly blink awake, your head pounding. You let out a groan and lift your head up, trying to look around the room. You were tied to an armchair in a small spot, looking forward to where there was a young women was bopping her head along to a song, tinkering with something. Almost as if she had eyes on the back of her head or could hear you waking up over her music, she turns around with a wide grin, moving her goggles up to rest on her head.

“Well good morning, toots!! How ya feeling?”