"No. No- I do not have a concussion and do not go to the 'doctor' here- and who the fuck is Annie Wilkes?" Gretel tried to reign herself in but her this clusterfuck was gaining a lot of momentum. Clint. What the hell kind of name was Clint?
"Wait- wait...." Amnesia or not, the complete lack of recognition in his eyes plus the casual mention of the doctor finally threw a red flag up in her brain. She didn't immediately recognize it, but the feeling was getting clearer the more she focused on it. Then, blaring brilliantly through her emerging panic, she had an idea.
"Okay- sorry, let's... just try something, alright?" Meeting his eyes and moving slowly, she fished out the phone-thing from the pouch on her hip, and made it a point to let him see it, hinting that he should do the same. "I'll send a message to y.... to my brother. Then... we'll go from there. Okay?"