[Xellos is not used to losing awareness of his surroundings, much less being transported against his will or knowledge.
Something else is immediately obvious—something is wrong with his body. While that is incredibly concerning, he needs to figure out where he is, first. He won't really be able to ask questions about that without giving too much away. Being limited to his physical form is going to be ridiculously annoying to deal with. He can't concern himself with that, noooot just yet.
After some poking around the room, peering into the hallway, he glances back—and sees the communicator. He can hear people talking over the lines, and it intrigues him. Useful, certainly. The feed clicks on after a few seconds of his poking.]
--teresting. Ah! Ah, there we go.
[He sounds remarkably cheery for having just been kidnapped.]
Hello! I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am? I can’t say I’m particularly used to being lost, but, well. Here I am!
Could anyone be of assistance?
((OOC: Hey, I'll get back to any tags in the morning, I've gotta go off to bed. Good night!))