Ugh, dammit.
And those were the first words that came to Rachel's mind once she finally woke up, her head feeling like it was about to explode. For a moment her mind was a pure blanket of nothing, just her, sitting there and looking at nothing, when suddenly all of her memories from before the headache came back, which caused the ache to hurt even more.
"Ugh, sonofabitch." She cursed quickly as her hands massaged her temples, trying in someway to reduce the pain. God dammit, she hadn't drink that much at the bar, not enough to give her a hungover like this, which leaded then to the conclusion that this headache wasn't from drinking, not really a comforting thought, but true, it appeared. The sound of steps brought the woman out of her misery, realization hitting her like a bucket full of ice cold water, bucket included. She had been kidnapped. Or at least it appeared so. Tired of looking like a dead slug on the floor, Rachel stood up to confront whoever was coming, though somewhat reluctantly. She wasn't a fighter, you know, her brain was her weapon. So she put on her charm and opened a sly smirk.
"Oh, hi there." She began with false cheerfulness. "I really, really hope you're stuck in here just like me, and is not the owner of this..." She looked around quickly, recognizing the controls and screens. "Submarine. Because, you know, that would suck. The headache is already making it suck, but if you're a foe, and not a friend, then the suck will be ten times worse, which is no fun." Rachel said with a nonchalant voice, because her sense of self preservation was absolutely zero, and because the pain was making it difficult to think straight, but mostly because of 0% of self preservation.