Fred put the towel to the side and splashed her face with a little water. She was still in her scrubs, so eventually she'd have to change. Right now, she just wanted to get her head on straight. Who was this guy? Why was she hurling in some random toilet? How/when did drugs get involved? Her mind bounced through faces, times, and realities, refusing for the moment to settle on anything specific. The fact that equations were bouncing around in there too, ones she only partially understood, didn't help matters.
She splashed her face a few more times before standing and drying off. Thankfully she was aware enough to not use the wrong end of the towel. She stared at herself a little longer, then looked at the stranger in the mirror. He was familiar, yet not. She knew him? Well, she knew who he was, maybe.
"Wh..." Fred wasn't sure which question to ask first. "I'm Fred. I'm in a bathroom I've never seen before with someone I don't really know. And I'm dressed like I belong on some doctor show." She looked down at herself to make sure she was right. "I've been drugged. You don't belong in my story, so I must still be in the City?" Step by step, she just hoped she wasn't jumping to conclusions.