Holding her bowl of half-eaten pudding, Colleen leaned back against the pillows and stretched her legs out. "They said in a couple days. I'm pushing for tomorrow, but they want to be extra sure that I'm good to go. I think they want to run some psychological tests too, check for PTSD." Colleen shrugged and stared at her dessert, scooping a spoonful and taking a bite, savoring the chocolate taste. "I'm trying to negotiate, you know. If they release me tomorrow, I could just come back for an appointment, get those tests done. But if that doesn't work out, I've got a pretty good escape plan." She chuckled faintly, looking up at him again. "Not that I don't appreciate the good treatment. Have you laid in one of these beds?" Colleen moved around. "It might be better than the one I had back home."