» a regular fish out of water
She can't remember what happened, not really. No matter how many times she reaches back into the depths of her memory, that of empty hands grasp entire nothingness. All she knows is that there's a foreboding sense of despair clinging onto her heart, reminding her of some dreadful fate that has either passed, or is yet to come.
With all said and done, having raised herself from the ground, stumbling in the process and meeting the imp who was at her inopportune arrival; it wouldn't be odd to say she's the wide part of confused, having not fully processed the information given. As cerulean optics dart around rapidly at the new surroundings, only one question dawns in her mind. Where am I?
Glancing down at the white piece of paper still in her hands, she reads the text near enough ten times at this point, trying to make sense of what could be conceived as a riddle. In reality, it is nothing of the sort. But a haze clouds her mind, and forgive her, she's not thinking too straight.
In her earlier search for clues, she noticed people. -- People walking around, acting as if everything was normal. Was this normal? She doubts it. What was she doing before this--
I.. -- I was.. I was a Puella Magi, wasn't I? Why--
It's no use standing around. Someone around here has to have answers. And that someone would happen to be the first person directly in her line of sight. With determination worn into her features, the girl musters what confidence she can from her amnesiac state and converses with the nearest person.
"Hey, by any chance do you ...know where this place is?" She points to the note. "Sleuthound Quarters 1. I think I'm supposed to go there."