[No private bedroom? She sighs, almost whining, but it's just a petty and annoyed sound. She didn't think she'd miss Rhodes Island, and yet this place is somehow even more backwards.]

Ah... [If she was more awake, she could answer better. Her head swims, trying to pull out memories from the fog of it.]

The Doctor said it's all in my spine... so that I might hear the truth better, might...

[She coughs, spitting up another few painful flowers. She stares at them, seeming to focus for a moment.]

There's not much you can do, doctor. Such as it is. Focus on the flowers.