[ Marta's expression is slightly startled rabbit in headlights when John approaches her, but the question makes sense and she relaxes a bit. Her arms go from crossed across her chest to down at her sides, and she leans in his direction. ]

I think we've been drugged.

[ That much, at least, she's certain of. ] I'm a bit panicked? But my heart isn't as racing as it should be. And I've never been to a city that looks like this, with buildings this tall. I don't understand it.

[ She reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. ] How about you? Are you okay?

[ Well. As okay as anyone in their weird and uncomfortable situation can be. ]