[Well. In the midst of all the chaos of waking up in the scenario they've found themselves in... She might literally bump into him while trying to find a way out. Regardless, there's a moment of surprised silence before she's immediately glancing around to find somewhere private, gesturing for him to follow. Once they're both in the bathroom, she reaches over to lock the door.]
What the fuck is going on?
[She already knows he won't have the answer - it's not so much a question as a expression of anger at the circumstances.]
w0, friday.
What the fuck is going on?
[She already knows he won't have the answer - it's not so much a question as a expression of anger at the circumstances.]