The fact that Bellamy can't remember how or when they grabbed him is moot, at this point, because at the end of the day, he's still trapped, stumbling in darkness. He pushes himself to his feet, the bill of his guard uniform shading his eyes as he steps out into the bright light of the hotel hallway. The corridor is furnished much the same as Mount Weather's civilian areas: worn carpet that, compared to the Ark and the ground, is still an indulgence. Burnished fixtures, glowing electrical lights.
Startled, he staggers his way down the hall to grab his suitcase, looking up at the others there and questioning in a low, husky voice, "What'd they get you for?" They aren't his people. None of them are, in point of fact. Which means their punishment is for some other crime—and he can't help but wonder … If the Ark resorted to floating people to survive, what would the punishment amongst the Mountain Men be? ]
lobby/courtyard
[ Once he breaks the lobby, he drops the suitcase and makes his way to the doors, trying all of them. The ballroom's grand doors are locked, and as he notices the signs, he looks around, acute discomfort furrowing his brow as he notices that none are labeled for the main exit. Bellamy swallows a lump in his throat, curling his right hand into a fist.
The screening room door may be open, but it offers nothing to him. It's not until he finds the courtyard that he pushes both doors open and steps out through the threshold, staring into the mire outside. ]
Where are we?
[ He utters it with absolute loss, realizing quickly that the civilization of it all is quite different from the Earth they'd all landed on. The Mountain Men would never have a door to the outside so freely accessible: it could kill them. ]
hallway / lobby / courtyard, ota