Because she was so exhausted, Quinn slept in her chair without stirring once. It was only when the sound of the stranger waking up and the action of her head slumping forward abruptly jerked her awake, her eyes flying open as she quickly sat up straight again and inhaled sharply. It took her a second to remember exactly where she was and why she was looking at a man with serious stitches all over his face and he was staring right back at her, but the previous nights events soon came flooding back as she studied his face.

[color=CDB5CD]"Hey, Poker Face, you made it through the night,"[/color] she observed, a mixture of surprised, impressed, and still half asleep. They had dubbed him as such the night previously since they didn't know his name. She turned her head to look out toward the door and called, [color=CDB5CD]"Doctor Mitchell? He's awake."[/color] Her good eye moved back to the bewildered young man sitting on the bed before her. She wasn't sure how much he would be able to remember of the people who tried to kill him, judging by the gravity of his head injury, but for now he was probably still coming to terms with the fact that he was even still alive. Now that his eyes weren't welded shut by his own blood, she could see that they were hazel, strikingly so, studying her warily, which was understandable considering the circumstances. Plus, she wasn't the easiest face to wake up to, especially after a near death experience.

She stood up with a small stretch as the doctor entered the room, now clad in overalls, a dark pinstripe shirt, and old leather work boots with a red bandana tied around his neck. He looked much more alert now, and sat down in the chair that Quinn had abandoned in order to stand off to the side with her arms crossed and head tilted, resigned to quietly observing. She wasn't really sure if she should stick around, or if it would be better if she just collected her robot and split. She was never really one for people, she wasn't very charming and didn't make friends easily, nor did she have much attachment to Mr. Poker Face over there. However, she had stayed up all night making sure he didn't die, so she at least wanted to see him off, that seemed reasonable. 

[color=5F9F9F]"Easy there, you've had a rough twenty-four hours, I'd say. You just relax a second, get your bearings, let's see what the damage is,"[/color] Mitchell said, leaning forward slightly with his elbows rested on his knees, [color=5F9F9F]"Let's start with your name. Can you tell me your name?"[/color] he asked.