The strangeness started to feel like a nightmare. People around but no staff and no exit to this antiquated hotel. The green ...woman from before had ventured out to the courtyard. Trip couldn't quite categorize her as a familiar face, just a noticeable one. He wasn't in search for people anymore as he was for more answers (and maybe something to eat with the crackers in his suitcase). Wasn't it always the case that the minute you were no longer looking for something, it turned up?

"Fitz?!" There was no mistaking that Scottish voice even the accent didn't quite come out by saying his name. "What're you--Where are we?" he immediately asked and stumbled with questions. Trip didn't know where to start. If this was Hydra trying to get information from him, they were upping their ante. Yet instincts were telling him he was genuinely face to face with his teammate. "I woke up on the floor of a room and haven't seen anyone else."

He didn't bring up just yet what his last memory was before finding himself on that threadbare carpet. First things first.