Cait stopped writing to look at her. "What do you mean, 'what about'?" She frowned. Was Lexie really that stupid? Ugh. She was going to have to talk really slowly and clearly, obviously. "About your psychological condition, or lack thereof." She said this as if it was something she should have known. And really, it was. What kinds of interns walked around asking questions to people in a hospital? She wasn't going to ask her what book she'd like to read later, that's for sure.
"What is your full name and the date you were born?"