Fred knew, or sort of knew, what was being pointed at her, and it wasn't a tricorder either. It looked a lot like a sonic screwdriver. She watched it absently as he did whatever it was he was doing. She always wondered how to read one of those as they didn't seem to have any place for a readout. No displays whatsoever.
Her attention shifted to the man speaking. Her eyes widened as the screwdriver, or the possibility that yes, Fred, that was a sonic screwdriver currently being pointed at her more a reality. Although...
"You seem kinda young to be the Doctor. Not that I've run around with many of you. Just the one that one time, and it didn't last long. What was the mental hospital called?" She rubbed her face again with the towel before getting a little something to drink from the faucet. "I donno which one I met. He was youngish. He wore a trench coat, a tweed suit, tie, and red Converse...Chucks? High-tops. Which one is that?"
Yes, this time around she seemed okay with the idea that she was meeting the Doctor. She took another sip of the stale water before stepping toward him; it wasn't to hug him, honest - she just wanted out of the bathroom.
"Are you sure we were in a hospital? I..." She reached out to catch herself. Her knees had had enough of supporting her for the moment.