If I wasn't aware that my mental faculties were properly in place, I'd merely assume that I left my thinkpan at home.
Then again, it's not the first time I've been rudely kidnapped from my planet with the expectations that I'll fight to get it back again. Or at least, if I'm not getting it back, some facsimile of my nighttime planet will suffice.
My name is Rose Lalonde. If you'll kindly return me to my conversation with Dave, that would be pleasant. I'd been explaining something rather important, and time is of the essence when dealing with large weapons of mass destruction. If it's the case that you cannot return me home, a proper explanation of the time compression that was mentioned would be sufficient to quell my interest for the time being. I'm not sure what kind of people reside here, but I'm sure at least one person should have the information I desire.
Also...should you have news of one Jade Harley, John Egbert, or Dave Strider, that would also be appreciated. I need to speak with them immediately. I've been rather remiss in my discussions with my companions as of late, and I'll need to catch them up rather quickly if we're to get through this.