E.LO.E

The girl elects to remain under the bed for a time. It's cramped confines providing strange comfort in these even stranger locals, she decides laying on her stomach is uncomfortable, and rolls over. Laying on her back and looking up and the metal bed-frame, it's slightly askew from when the thing dropped on top of her, she's actually kinda surprised it didn't drop it on her. That would have been rather terrible. It's surprisingly comfortable under here, she thinks, the carpet is fairly nice compared to some carpets she's laying down on, she could probably...

She suddenly wakes up... she fell asleep, under the bed, how weird, she thinks. After a few more moments of this, she decides that she probably can't just stay under the bed forever, as much as she'd like to, and gets out from under the bed, sitting up just in front of the weird device that she kicked earlier, oh her foot doesn't hurt anymore, she realizes. She re-examines the room; It's in a bit of disarray, the door is hanging lazily on it's hinges, light spilling into a plain gray hallway.

She glances at the wardrobe door, it's laying on the ground after being knocked down when the bed dropped. The wardrobe itself is mostly fine, except for the fact that it's missing one of it's doors, she can see some clothes in there, and is suddenly reminded of her near-nakedness, she frowns, and shifts a little in discomfort. Much of the room remains undamaged, the end-table next to the bed has shifted slightly, the mirror is slightly askew, but otherwise... She sits on the floor, arms draped defensively around her knees and considers, that maybe she should... perhaps leave the room, or at least do something.