Ethan came to doing two things automatically, the first was reach for his wand... which of course he did not have, and the second was sneeze rather violently.

He sat up slowly, his eyes finding the form of his arrester fairly quickly. He took in the heavy table, the two chairs- one occupied, the man himself and then examined the cot and the mattress he was now sitting on, followed by the walls the floor and the ceiling, all without moving.

"Smells like Ministry." Truebridge noted, without taking care to give his words inflection. "I suppose it would be pointless to ask for my wand."