The City was being kind to her for a change. Fred found a decent robe while he was out. She didn't want to get back into the scrubs, and she couldn't sit around in a towel. Well, she could sit around in a towel, but she didn't want to, even if she knew the Doctor wasn't one to take advantage of a woman. She was pretty certain he wasn't; she couldn't think of any one Doctor who did.
The City had given her a robe, even if it was a little used at least it was clean, and towels. Even okay smelling soaps and shampoos. And a toothbrush and toothpaste! She realized they were in color, so they weren't at the Bates Motel..probably.
When she heard his voice, she nudged the bathroom door open to show that she was combing out her hair. Yes, the City had given her a comb. Maybe it was trying to make it up to her, but she doubted it. It had yet to give her a computer, or let her keep one for long. They always found their ways back to their proper owners, not that she'd steal anyone's computer, honest.
"Doctor. I haven't gone anywhere. I had forgotten about Lovecraft. I just know that the Arkham here is Batman's, well, not Batman's, but Gotham's. I'm pretty sure. I'm pretty certain I know the answer to this, but we're not at the Bates Motel, are we?" She pulled the comb through her hair before stepping out with a faint smile. She looked a little stronger, still pale, but stronger. "We're not black and white, so I'm guessing we're not."