"Lysla will tell you." The creature clapped its huge hands together as
it turned. The door closed behind its malformed back, opening again to
reveal the auburn-haired girl Vanning recognized.
He sat up, discovering that he was in a bare room walled with gray
plastic, and that he was lying on a pallet of some elastic substance.
Under a metallic-looking but soft robe, he was naked. The girl, he
saw, bore over her arm a bundle of garments, crimson as the kirtle she
herself wore.