[ Malia's observed enough so far that she's not taken back by the idea of people approaching her: there's a lot of faces there, she's found. Everyone seems out of it, and nothing in the town feels as sound as any of the apparent locals seem to want to impress upon them that it is.

Still, her breath catches for but a brief second when she hears the voice, looking over her shoulder at who it comes from. Someone who looks rational and stable enough, she decides. Turning, she gives his form a once over. ] Yeah, and I feel recovered already, but -- I got a key for a place. I haven't gone there yet, but the address [ since it's still in her hand, she gives it a little wave ] doesn't look familiar. At all.

Do...you -- remember, this place? [ She glances around, trying to indicate that she means in general. ]