She gave no acknowledgment to Jack's departure, instead intent on the hall itself. Maybe kicking herself a little for not having gone to this floor earlier, because maybe the rest of it wouldn't seem so bad. She was still feeling a little psychotic, but...as though she had some control over it. Though reconciling the idea that these thoughts were coming from her and not some foreign entity was still beyond her grasp. At the question she turned on her heel, one hand still on the wall. It dropped slowly, fingertips skimming the marble.
"I was going to ask you the same. You don't seem like the biker type," she started, taking a few steps forward like a predator sizing up its prey. Before she had been impassively volatile and mischievous; now she was acting quite different. There was nothing fun or comical in her movements or speech. "You act weird, but not druggie-weird. And unless my convict-detector is broken, I seriously doubt you've done any jail time." A question sprang to mind - Dorcas was the second person she felt familiar with, the first being Samuel.
"Have you...recognized anyone else? Like...I dunno, deja-vu or whatever they call it?" Because that was exactly what she was feeling right now, a weird sense of having known her. And not just as friends or even for a lifetime, but...for a very, very long time.