E.LO.E

After a period of calming, The girl decides to take some initiative, and gets out of the bed. She cautiously steps across the carpeted floor, slowly creeping along as it is still rather dark and she's not certain if there's anything on the floor she should. She then yelps in surprise and pain as she stubs her toe and something that was evidently just laying in the middle of the room. It's a fairly small thing that she can't really discern in the darkness, so she opts to sidestep around it rather than Inquire towards it further. After a few more slow, trepidous steps, she eventually reaches the light-switch, flicking it on with a disproportionate sense of urgency.
As the light comes on she feels, she feels a brief sense of relief before the nature of her situation returns to her. She re-examines the room. It's a spartan room, not much in terms of furniture. The walls are a light blue-gray, and the floor is a dark gray carpet. It's very clean, concerningly clean, she thinks, before rebuffing herself for paranoia. Theres a bed, more of a cot really, like a hospital bed. In fact this whole room feels a lot like a hospital room... albeit from the most dull hospital ever, and that's really saying something. She glances towards the endtable next to the bed, there's nothing on it, but it has a single drawer. She looks to her right, and sees what looks like an opening into some sort of bathroom, or at least a closet with a shower. Going along the wall there's a full-body mirror, a very simple full-body mirror with a dark blue frame, what looks like a wardrobe, very simple light blue... plastic, who makes a wardrobe out of plastic? Next to it is a small table, maybe a desk, but there isn't a chair, It looks like a cheap ikea desk.
Eventually her eyes wander to the... thing, on the floor. She's not entirely certain what that thing is. It's, round, and has some sort of assemblage on the top, including some sort of glass panel... maybe it's a screen of some sort. The Thing is bolted to the floor. She feels a profound sense of... concern, about the thing. Everything else in this room seems fairly normal, if not very extravagant. But then there's just a weird sort of... THING, in the middle of the room.