Simmons stirs groggily, the last of the sedatives clinging to her thoughts like taffy, thick and sticky. "Eurgh. Ward?" The puzzlement rolls off of her in waves, Why would Ward be..."

She scrubs a hand across her face, prying open eyes gummed shut and grainy-feeling, blinking the cell and the unfamiliar man beside her into focus. Reaction comes at a slight remove, adrenaline slicing through the lingering drug haze, and she flails backward, shoulder colliding with the wall as she manages something midway between seated and sprawling. "What-- Who are you? Where are we?"

The team Fitz where are they are they caught?