Time to test the new vocal chords right about now, and Zoe clears her throat, and only then realizes how dry it is. She could use a drink herself, but probably not a beer. Come to think of it, given her current situation, she wouldn't turn down a shot of ambrosia, but good old fashioned water would still be her first choice.

She swallows, and then tries, "Do you know where we are?" She doesn't exactly relax, except physically. He's posing no immediate threat, but he's bigger than her and she has no weapons.

She's up on her feet the next instant, coming close to the open doorway, open yet slightly shimmery when she peers at it close enough, and it emits a very faint hum. She holds a tentative hand out, until it is stopped by the forcefield, more easily visible when she applies pressure to it. "Frakking great," she murmurs, and drops her hand.