Brooklyn bit at her chapped lower lip, gnawing at the dry skin until she tasted the metally taste that meant she was bleeding a tiny bit, but her lips were too cold to really feel the sting much. With the flashlight she could see faces a little better, at least Dr. Strand's face. He had glasses and blue eyes and he was older and he looked like a doctor. She couldn't see Alex as well, but she could tell long hair and glasses and she thought she might be pretty.

"Do you got an identification?" she asked a bit weakly, scooting over to the edge of the bed but still keeping the leg of it between herself and Dr. Strand.