"Marchand." Thankfully that name flowed from her more easily. There was still a few beats of quiet. But her last name filled the air much quicker. There was a vague niggling at the back of her mind that she'd done this before. In her not so distant past George had gone through similar questions after taking a hit to the head doing something. She couldn't quite remember what though. A smile formed on her lips, though, at least Evan still had the crown.
"Oh good. I'm tired." George murmured more than ready to find a comfortable spot to pass out in. Her gaze shifting back to the woman when questioned about who to contact, her desire to pass out momentarily forgotten. "Evan or Luke." The names spilling forth quickly without thought. Her other brother could stay wherever he was hiding, she'd prefer he did. She could tell him later about her shocking survival of an explosion. The other two though, they would be pretty pissed with her if she didn't contact them.