She's wet, carrying a bag full of stuff that as she rummages through it, isn't her own. One, orange? Who looks at her and thinks orange? Two, none of it would protect her from a mosquito, nonetheless anything else she's dealt with. Even in the last two days.

That they're medical scrubs and she doesn't remember anything after the warehouse... that's the most upsetting for her. At least about herself personally.

"If they've tried that, they better hope he finished him before I get my hands on them," she says, about as menacing as a petite blonde in orange scrubs can be. Which for her is fairly decent.

Though she stops, watching him for a long minute on that. "Show me real quick? No offense, but if they're holding an abnormal they've experimented on and they're living? I'd rather be armed."