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The young blonde woman looks around in shock. This is not the ranger's station. This is not even the forest outside. She's disheveled and dirty and deprived of sleep and rather certain she's officially gone insane.
"Where the hell am I?" (Her accent definitely pegs her as a Boston native, to those who would be familiar with such.) Another look around prompts another, more urgent question. "And where the hell's my brother?" Oops. Now she's about ready to panic.