When he woke, he was in a somewhat familiar place. It was somewhere he had never been before, and it certainly was not the same place that he was in when he lost consciousness in the first place.
Looking around, he could tell that he was in a kitchen of some sort. There were similarities to the one that belonged to himself and his squad, but the smaller details of personality they had added confirmed that it was not theirs.
He was sprawled on a chair. Using his elbows, he pushed himself up and took in more of his surroundings.
The room was fairly clean, save for a couple of cooking utensils that floated in the air above a drainage contraption to the side of a sink. While there was nothing explicitly visible that caused some sense of clutter, it did also mean that there was nothing in there that might identify which squad the room actually belonged to.