It was at the question that she realized some of her mistake, so Misha merely shrugged and shifted to grab ALFRED to settle him back on. When she saw the medicine and the notepad, she almost squealed and went to pull open the packaging and go grab some water to wash it down with a soft grunt. "Not to be like a druggie or something, but god damn, your electricity shit hurts," she grumbled once she had finally finished downing the water bottle. She was hungry as hell, but the thirst was definitely more pressing in this New Mexico heat.

Once she caught her breath and looked around properly, she saw the food and made her way to it. "Thanks," she said, almost as an aside as she picked through the options. "I definitely need a shower, but I already feel, like, eight thousand times better. No, nine thousand. Over. Anyway."

She turned toward him as she pressed some food to her mouth, thinking, and she'd ask aloud, "ALFRED, how long was I asleep?"