There's a foot wide strip in the ceiling that looks to be a glassy material, pouring down light, and the rest is some kind of flush paneling system. No knob on the door. Muffled noises outside.

There's a dark haired guy clutching the edge of the - probably some kind of bed, though it's just some metal and some padding. He's shifting to slide down to be nearer to Enj's height by sitting on the floor. "That ... sounds like you're awake," Damian says in English. "You are not a doctor either, are you?"

He's wearing a white shirt, rumpled trousers, and socks. There's some red spots on the left sleeve and he looks a little - maybe he got a dose of chloroform as well.