[ Max recovers quickly outwardly at least, scrambling onto her feet with very little visibly flashing across her face, the familiar weight of her pistol a slight reassurance at least as she takes rapid inventory of her surroundings.

An... arena? Trees, tall and looking rather out of place in the grit of the sand, others waking up in varying stages of confusion and alarm. So she's not the only one who has no idea what's going on at least.

And then one of the trees moves, and Max cuts back the noise she wants to make and starts rapidly retreating. She's seen weird shit in her days, but trees moving aggressively is not something that she's had on her resume before and in all honesty she doesn't feel like adding it. Retreat is only going to put her more into the unknown, though, so even as she looks for an exit and tries to put distance between herself and the trees she's looking for anyone who looks like they have any idea of what's going on.

She doesn't take her gun out. Who knows who's watching, and besides -- what sort of use would shooting a tree even be? ]

[ Once she's put a little bit of distance between herself and those trees, still wincing a little from the strength of the psychic backlash, the first order of business is to find herself somewhere quiet and as safe as she can figure it to be and look over the communication device she finds herself stuck with. Her first instinct is to take it apart completely and search it, but she curbs that for the time being.

Later, when she can find somewhere better suited to that. For now she restricts her physical examination to what she can see and then turns her attention to the contents.

It's not until she's read those over completely that she turns her attention to the rest of her surroundings. The effort is to be as unobtrusive and unnoticeable as possible as she walks around and evaluates, but there are certainly moments when she spots something and just stops dead and stares for a moment in open disbelief and confusion.

This place can't be real. It feels very real, but it can't possibly truly be real.

Still. On the off chance it is real, she needs to find somewhere to shelter. Somewhere as close to genuinely safe as she can get, where she can actually figure out what's going on. And food -- she needs food, water. Somewhere to sleep a few hours.

For now, she'll treat it as reality. Maybe then she'll wake up faster. ]