Being laid down low was never a favorite, especially when she wasn't sure what was going on. She wanted to be on her feet. It hadn't been so bad, before because it had been a familiar place. And when she could have sworn she'd seen someone walk by who'd had a pair of goat legs her Not the Never-Never theory was a little shaky. She had her own enemies she'd made, and then there were the others. None of them would consider seeing her back to a hospital bed though.
She'd have left, it wasn't for the fact of the painkillers, and even without them she'd been keenly reminded why she was here so that plan was put aside. She was busy making a new one when she set her hands down and took stock.
For a moment she thought she was seeing things. Dresden stood there like some odd deja vu, because this was almost exactly like she'd last seen him just before all this. And then he opened his mouth of course and any lingering doubts this wasn't Harry left. "You know me," she gave, almost stunned. "I'm not that easy to shake."
She frowned, taking stock. She'd just seen him, but she'd been a cop for years. She could read between the lines. "What can you tell me?"