Fred was very glad that there was someone, even a very young looking Doctor, to help her find a place to sit before her legs went completely. She didn't want to even think about whatever they'd given her. She settled down in the chair as soon as she got there and stared at him as she tried working through whatever he had just said.
"You're last face?" She chewed on her bottom lip a little in thought. "You mean you regenerated into..." Her hand lifted a little to indicate his current incarnation. "It's not bad, just different, and younger. I'm sure you get that all the time. You're younger than I thought you'd be. Or something like that. The Doctor. Another Doctor. Not the Doctor I met, but another Doctor. We gotta still be in the City if you're here and he's not."
Fred hadn't addressed the hospital quite yet. "Arkham. A place for the criminally insane. It's where Batman keeps the Joker and all the other bad guys the Cape Crusader locks up in Gotham. We're in the City." She sighed softly.
"And I was locked in a loony- there are others?!" Fred started to stand, but her body thought better of it. She only managed to lift up a little out of the chair. "I don't think what they gave me is what I was supposed to have. Maybe not even something that normal crazy people get." She really wanted to go back to sleep; she didn't even want to try to comfort herself with a waffle.