Ha. Nice. This chick's got guts, and a whole lot of hair. Kenzi smirks, even snickers at being called on her bullshit. It feels good to actually talk to someone instead of sneaking around and avoiding people while lying through her teeth. She actually feels like she can trust this person.

"Kenzi." She knows that much for sure, holding up her hand in a small wave. Her last name doesn't come as easily. A few options float by but she can't quite pin it down. She tries to keep the confusion off her face, but it shows in the way her smile strains and she decides to just leave it at that. "Yeah, definitely don't feel too crazy. At least you didn't go totally klepto and immediately start stealing shit before escaping."

Escaping. Like they were being held there against their will. These people were just trying to help them! Why did it feel so wrong? So weird? All Kenzi knew was that she was not supposed to be here. What she didn't know was where the hell she thought she should be.

"There were a lot of peeps up in that hospital. Do you know what happened?"