Pretty good. Here goes:
(Syd looks around at her surroundings. She sees the greenery. She sees the room is square, some kind of cube. It has a strange glow, darkly green. The room is illuminated dimly by it. Syd is in shock at the fact Sark is unconscious over the small room with her.)
SYD(to herself): Sark...what the hell are you doing here?. What the hell am I doing here?. What is this place?...
(Syd begins to look at the wall nearest to her. Though the dim glow prevents her from seeing much, she does make out that the walls appear to be etched with symbols, and writing that looks very much like Italian.)
SARK: I believe it's some kind of cube.
(The sudden response startles Syd. She turns and sees Sark lying now with his eyes open, having regained consciousness.)
SARK: It's lovely to see you again, Sydney.
(Anger in her eyes, Syd moves towards Sark as he gets to his feet and pushes him up against the wall.)
SYD: What the hell is going on, Sark?. What is this place?. And don't try telling me you don't know what is happening here!
SARK: Whatever I say, it's doubtful you'll believe it given our previous encounters. You just don't seem able to trust me, despite everything we've been through together.
SYD: Is it any wonder?. You've lied to me since the first day we met, and you're still doing it now. Now, where the hell are we?...
(Sark says nothing as Syd moves away from pinning him up the wall. He begins to look around, observing the symbols and the writing on the wall.)
SARK: I think perhaps this might begin to answer your question.
(Sark shows her where he was looking at. The symbol is the <O>, which Syd of course recognises.)
SYD: The Eye of Rambaldi.
SARK: I think it's safe to assume our current plight has something to do with Rambaldi's true aim.
SYD: Or his prophecy.
SARK: Yes, his prophecy. The one to which you are intrinsically linked. With Nadia, of course. How is your sister, by the way?. It seems so long since the last time I saw her.
SYD: The last time you saw her, you tried to kill her. All because of gorram Rambaldi! I just can't get him out of my life, can I?...
(Sark detects a note of frustration/sadness when she says this. He knows he can exploit it...)
Over to you, my fellow writer...