Before he even opens his eyes, Thomas registers that he's in an unfamiliar place. Which, given his night-time activities, wasn't an unfamiliar situation. But it's difficult to go through the usual precautions and protocol for the situation when feeling light-headed and where everything ached. And he hadn't even moved anything yet.
What had happened? Last he remembered there was a gang fight that turned violent and...oh. He'd come to her safehouse. For a moment he looks wide-eyed and instantly feels to check if his mask is still there. It was. And nobody had tampered with it. That was...reassuring.
He glances around the room from his position on the bed, surveying his surroundings.
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