In the middle of her morning run, Judith's road is gone. So is any ground at all. And everyone around her. And her stomach feels funny.

"Oh terriffic." Kidnapped again.
Flailing without anything work with, still with the forward momentum from having been running, she tries to ascertain her bizarre surroundings and cling to the first piece of equipment that comes around.

She'd try to make a snarky remark in her head about the cowboy, but Judith only /just/ took off a pearl tiara to get in her workout clothes this morning. She has no room to talk.
And he's got a knife.
"Please tell me you're the cavalry and not an assassin." Hey, if Judith's past experience is any indication, the dashing hero is always the oddest looking person in the room.