Lisa slowly, and fuzzily, drifted back to consciousness. Not her bed. Hospital noises.
Medical center. PRT. Power over-exertion. BEST HOST with you.
Well. That was unusually helpful and straightforward. With a groan, Lisa sat up, and blearily examined her surroundings.
"Oh!" Taylor said, looking up from a notebook. "You're awake, we learned so much!"
"What happened?" Sure, Power had already told her some of it, but Taylor didn't know that. Oh, and a second independent viewpoint was helpful or something, that would be her story if asked.
Taylor shuffled awkwardly. "We were, uh, asking your power about that box thing, and then you got fuzzy headed and your nose started bleeding and wouldn't stop."
OK, well, that was the headache then. Still, answers were good!
"Right!" Taylor said, standing up, "the nurse said to give you water when you woke up if you wanted, here." The tall girl retrieved a cup and straw from somewhere, held it up for Lisa to drink.
Lisa allowed it.
Note: At this point Taylor's notebook, if properly reviewed, would be stupidly classified. Fortunately, a casual reader likely wouldn't even notice the Secrets Not Meant For Mortal Eyes, what with all the insect nightmare fuel.