Well shit. Now she had to think of an alias. Still. Villanelle was famously known (in her own mind, at least) to adapt. "Susan," she replied, still using that English accent. She didn't know who this woman was let alone where they were so she decided to be cautious until she got the lay of the land.
"Where are we?" She asked, putting wonder into her tone. She would have preferred to use violence to get the answers that she was after but she wasn't exactly in a position to do that, re: stab wound. She'd have to come up with a quick explanation - and something that included the older wounds to her face. Sometimes lies were best when they were sprinkled with a bit of truth, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
She staggered and caught herself on Lucy's arm, clinging to her as if her life depended on it (it really did, actually). "You said that we're not far from a hospital?"