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"Aw not again... Seriously, if it ain't one hospital it's another. Although the last one was pretty bad." Voyager peered from her to the door again. "Man, I wanted to tell him the zombie dude's ok, but I guess if he's busy... ? Hiya." Voyager gave her a wave with one of his tires. The middle cabinet held mixing things. A box of swiss miss, unopened, sat next to a but tin of Folgers, surrounded by spices.

((You're fine, dear. We all get busy *hugs*))

Silenda nodded at the van warily, "Again? Does this sort of thing happen a lot around here?" She then smiled a little at the mention of Orrin being better.

"You saw him up and about? Does he look better?...how are you talking?" she bluntly stated the last one, as if reality suddenly caught up with her.

The spirit floats back a bit, no longer wanting to have any attention on herself now that the woman seems to have calmed down.

Well she sure as hell wasn't getting any of his. Though part of Sciurus was curious as to what would happen, given his system had a formula in it. But the rest of him felt any bleeding on his part would be a bad idea. "I have some stored away. If you have a type preference, it should be fine except for O Negative... I'm always running low on that one. Would you like vodka, rum, or scotch?" Any warning or wisecrack about mixing drinks would probably be lost on her. The surgeon looked around for the ghostly woman, but she was hard to make out. Probably he couldn't offer her anything, but at least he would have liked to be respectful.

She blinked a few times, not quite sure she heard the first part right. "H-he slaughtered...members of staff?" She really couldn't believe the nice doctor would do something so horrendous. She had a few second thoughts about fixing herself some hot cocoa, but seeing as the box was unopened, she felt it was relatively safe to consume.

She mixed some hot water with the dark brown powder, puzzling over the news, and over their zombie...friend? Nodding to herself, she took a sip of the thick liquid. "Maybe Mr. Orrin doesn't like people all that much..." she said more to herself than directed at the room's other occupants. She saw the crazy lady come in and materialize water for a glass, sitting down a little ways away.

She directed her next inquiry to the van again, "How...can you talk?".

((Hugs for you!))

13 people dead, and she couldn't help but wonder if they deserved it at all, or if the Doctor was truly a psychopath. She made a mental note to ask him, gently, about it when he came back to the office. She wouldn't want to incur his wrath, seeing how quick he was to go to the cleaver during the incident with the lady...and with Orrin. Did he have anger problems?

Laughing slightly at what the van said, she then questioned it again, "Okay, so you can talk. Do you have a name, or something you go by?"

"Thanks." Laguna replied to the doctor. She looked over at the cabinet, manipulating the water molecules in the air to grab the handle and open it. As the alcohol was also a liquid, she moved around the bottles until she found some Rum, moving the bottle over by manipulating the contents. She placed it on the counter next to her, closing the cabinet, then opened the bottle. "Let's see..." Instead of getting a glass herself, Laguna decided to make one, taking some of the Rum from the bottle and forming the liquid into a shot glass, condensing it and then freezing it so it would retain its shape.

Ever since she'd started running from those who would harm her (and Darxian...), she constantly practiced with her element, making anything she could think of to keep her skills sharp. Thankfully, objects like a stool and small glass didn't take as much energy to create as a giant spike, though in her somewhat exhausted state it was a slight strain. Laguna poured some of the Rum into the frozen glass, taking a sip as she waited for the doctor to return. Curious, she looked over at the vehicle that was talking with the girl from before. "You wouldn't happen to know Xashowd, would you?" She inquired.