[ Malia's face twists in thought. ] Yeah, you'd think they would just be in our rooms. Unless some of us have stuff that isn't supposed to be in a hospital, I guess.

But, maybe everything here is just done different. [ Not that they have memories to measure that up against. Her tone shifts to one that's a bit brighter. Imploring and edging toward eager to try to help. ] How do you feel now? Really, I can...get a nurse, make them talk to you more, maybe. You at least deserve to know what your name is. [ Basic human right! ]