"Sorry, I don't know where my manners are," Dinah apologized. She offered her hand. "I'm Dinah Lance."
At his question, Dinah returned his frown with one of her own as she tried to puzzle out just how long she had been here. In some ways, it seemed like forever. But she knew it couldn't have been too long. She tried to count the number of breakfasts she remembered.
"I think a week, at most. I just wish I knew how I got here. Do you remember being brought in?"