There are stairs; she makes an executive decision that she doesn't want to fall down them. Here's a window. She leans against that, instead.

Okay. She's not in Westchester any longer. It's not so much the terrain--it looks like it could be the campus of a private school, not that different than her own. It's the sky, the washed-out shade she's only seen in movies and one dream. A desert sky.

"Hunh."