"Your guess is as good as mine," Alex says, pushing her glasses up onto her head so that she can scrub her hands over her face. The feeling of skin on skin assures her that she's not sleeping, hallucinating or coming down from anything, but it's hardly reassuring.

She might not want to be in Litchfield but she wants to at least know where she is. "Although I haven't really had much time to consider the possibilities. Is it too much of a cliché if I say maybe... Emerald City?"

It's meant to be a joke but Alex already gets the impression it's going to fly straight over the woman's head. Just like the staff had apparently flown over Alex's – she's only just realizing its presence now. While she still doesn't get the impression that she's facing a threat, she takes a subtle step backward. "What are you carrying that around for?"