Vicki hisses quietly as she gently touches around the bad bruise and blood upon her forehead. That -hurt-. She had little doubt she was concussed, but it wouldn't be the first time. She had a hard enough head to get through it anyway. She gently pats some blood free before wringing out the wash cloth she was using to clean her wounds and rewetting it. The pain and working on her wounds was the only thing really keeping her from slightly losing it. Between being jerked here and her mother finally, truly dead, Vicki might very well lose it should she stop moving and stop forcing herself to work or think for just one moment.

"A month? Well, we just have to track down whoever the hell brought us here and get them to put us back. There have to be clues around, whatever it was that did this."