[It says something, that waking up sprawled on the polished floor of a room larger than the whole street he'd grown up on with no memory of how he got there doesn't even rank in the top five of the worst places Eren had ever woken up. He's curled on his side in a small alcove, dust motes skittering in front of his eyes as he half lids them, keeping a watch on the others present with a tense wariness, not intending on bringing himself to their notice until he's worked out a little more about what the hell is going on.]