"M-Megan!" Grell managed a confused and pained moan, staggering out into view. There was blood on his face, but it wasn't his - he'd borrowed some of hers while she was unconscious to make the effect more convincing. He quickly made his way over to her, theatrically nearly losing his balance once or twice on the way, and dropped to his hands and knees in front of her.

"I...where are we, Megan? I can't...ugh, my head...I can't remember what happened." He winced, gingerly touching his completely uninjured head. "What happened? Sh...should we look for a way out?" He chewed his lip sheepishly, feigning terror and confusion.