The diminutive redhead had been out on the deck for a time herself, silently watching the man down a ways from her, likely thinking the exact things she was: What has HAPPENED to me? What even IS this place? Am I dead? In a coma? Or have I been sectioned in some sort of asylum and these are hallucinations?

Of course, she didn't really believe she'd gone mad; but the fact that prior to waking up in Sick Bay she'd just been pistol-whipped in an ambush by a suspect fleeing the scene of a jewelry heist didn't help the other two thoughts any, and her stomach lurched slightly in response. Louise's physicality matched his in the way the whole place made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and soon she, too, found herself rubbing at her arms and shoulders.

When he spoke, she just turned to regard him a moment.

"Indeed," she said, her reply stiff and sober.