She continued to observe the melee for a while, searching for any hint of Haruhi Suzumiya or even Yuki Nagato among the mobs of patients and staff members. It was a good thing Kyon had chosen to eat breakfast at such a secluded table, though--their position was far enough for them to feel relatively secure of their safety, unlike some less lucky people who had sat down square in the middle of the room, just unfortunates in the wrong place and at the wrong time.

After a moment, she turned back only to see Kyon sitting with his head in his hands, like he was struck with a migraine or some similar ailment. As far as she knew, Kyon had never been very susceptible to migraines, but Ryoko nevertheless ran through all the possible causes for headaches she knew--excessive heat, optical illusions, disturbing imagery, motion sickness.

Interfaces weren't built with intuition. That was a gift only lesser organisms possessed. But she was a human now, and the same gut feeling that made her initially wary of this whole place now gave a ping. She leaned forwards again, her face set in an expression of concern, her words anything but. "I wonder, if I ask you my previous question again, would you be able to give me an answer now?" Something was strange about him, she just knew. "Look at you now. What did they do to you."