"I can't remember anything either - not a name, not a face, not hair or eye color - nothing. No history. No childhood. I don't know who I am, how I got here, why I'm here, or who any of you are."
It took a few false starts, but she managed to find her voice buried beneath her aching vocal chords. "Doesn't help that it's so damn dark in here, we can't tell what you look like." Even her voice sounded bruised. She groaned as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her eyes were adjusting enough so that she could make out the shapes of the people in front of her, but not much more than that. Breathing heavily, she finally managed to right herself. "Oh, and don't bother asking me if I remember anything, because I don't."