Pass out in a room alone with a strange man? Why not drizzle honey on my skin and walk into a bear's den?

[Still, it seems that her grumpiness is subsiding, or at least not being turned on him so much, because there's no real venom in her words. Sheryl takes some time to consider the room, eventually settling on those big red curtains. Something has to be behind them, right?] Apology accepted. My name is Sheryl-- yours?

[She pulls back one of the curtains.] Oh! A window!

[Not that they can see where it leads. It looks completely blacked out. Or perhaps there's just a dark room beyond it? The only thing she can see in it is her own reflection.]