She's been undressed. She went to bed and woke up in strange clothes barely better than her chemise and drawers, tossed in a fountain and clearly hypnotized to forget all the events that lead her to this. She's sitting, shivering, by a fountain, intimately aware of how solid this man is and how naked she feels.

And he offers to try and take a look at her head.

"I dare say if I'd hit me head, I'd have drowned, it took me that long to swim up," Kate says, tartly.

She doesn't know if she wants to scream, kick her heels, or swing at him. Except...Except she thinks he's wearing the same kind of things as her. Different colour, a light grey to her... Well. Red, she's guessing, once it dries.

Uniforms.

It has the taste of prison about it.

"There..." Kate clears her throat. "There are others?"