In the long, hazy minutes that follow awaking in a lightly-furnished room with an unfamiliar bed, Chane reacquaints herself with her surroundings, the sounds that are natural to this place. Claire's left her for a moment and the sudden absence of speech above a whisper in the wing is, for a time, unusual. Almost lonely. He provides some of the only colour in the place, too.

Seeing Dr. Yumeno approach is somewhat of a relief (that emotion is just about reconciliating itself with her reasoning; when she's lonely, it's good to see another person she recognises, and that feels positive enough), although still surprising. She wasn't expecting a visit from him so early on... or from him at all, perhaps, since she'd met a different doctor before. His motions are gently reassuring, drawing a small nod from her almost immediately to his question. Reaching across carefully, she picks up her notepad and pen from the side-table, settling them in her lap in preparation to sign, talk, answer.