Cuddy was doing her best not to panic. She kept calm outwardly, though she continued to be worried about her daughters. She watched man's screwdriver as she took in his words. The tool looked vaguely familiar. It took her a moment to place it. The version of The Doctor that she had met, years ago in this same island hospital, had a similar tool.
"I'm originally from Princeton, New Jersey. I'm from the station most recently. Are you from the station too?" She asked, hoping the answer would be yes. The strange phenomenon that occurred and simply living on space station would be difficult to explain otherwise. "Many of us from the station used to live on an island. Judging from the view out the window - this is the same, or a similar island."
Cuddy paused to take a good look at the man. "I'm Dr. Cuddy. Are you..Do you go be the name The Doctor?"