Annie smiled as Fred entered the room. Hers was the first really friendly face she'd seen since she woke up. What she wanted most was to just get a hug, she thought Fred would give her a hug. Annie wanted some physical contact of some sort. Some reassurance that she was really alive and not stuck in some purgatory.
"That's easy enough." She nodded. Annie used the heartrate monitor she was hooked up to. She had a physical connection to it, which she didn't really need, but was sometimes helpful - like now, it was helpful now. It was a quick job to get into the computers and add Winifred Burkle onto her file, in the history section, under guardian. She was in and out before Fred could say tacos.
Which delighted Annie so very much. "I could kiss you right now."
Even if the tacos had been bottom of the slag heap, nothing but grease and burnt flakes, mystery meat and wilted lettuce, Annie would have still loved them. Because Fred had thought to bring them, and because they weren't hospital food. But she had a feeling that Fred would never bring sub-par tacos.