"I guess the lack of a white coat should have been a slight indicator? Though I'm sure not all surviving doctors wear them anymore," she shrugged.
She giggled more when he gave the confused look over the cane. "Well, at least there are others around here with a good sense of humor? You included if you're able to walk around with it and it not bother you."
It helped her feel a little more at ease to know that Silas was in a similar boat to her. She leaned back into the pillow and let herself sink into it. He nose and upper lip wrinkled a bit as her gaze rested on the cane again. "Not a huge fan of pink, but if you don't want it, sure, I'll take it." Mostly because it'd fit better with her. She was a girl after all. And pink was the most god awful girly color ever. The cane would be the only thing she'd own in that color willingly. And only because Silas gave it to her.
Gaze returning to him again, a quizzical look crossed her face. "So, how long am I going to be in here?" Allison hated being bedridden. And she hated being confined to a room even more. "And have you been sitting there since you found me?" Because that could constitute either dedication to making sure she was alright, or tip her opinions of Silas over into the creeper category.