Elizabeth looked at Winry, burrowing back under the blankets. Once she was actually resting, her ability to ignore the pain where a major organ had been removed had disappeared. "Elizabeth," she answered quietly. "Elizabeth Emily Elirc. 'm fifteen, and a state alchemist. The year is 1914, for another month at least, and I was supposed to be at the military's hospital in Central but I'm apparently stuck in this Nexus place."
See, she may not feel well, but she still knows who she is and where she is.