Meche nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." There'd been more than one instance in the recent past when they would have been in real trouble if the night hadn't ended as quickly as it did. "But you know, I've never been able to tell how much the nurses really know, and the doctors are the same way. Mine--"

She was going to describe Dr. Wilson and his constant nice-guy act when the door swung open and Alita faced them from the other side, wearing a white dress that Meche would have pegged as being for a wedding (or at Alita's age, maybe more likely a quinceañera) if it hadn't had a crown and corset with it. A costume, or was that what Alita the monster-slayer really wore where she was from? She looked much more at home in it than Meche would have guessed if someone had told her about it beforehand.

"If I'd known you were throwing a ball I would've at least put on some heels," she cracked with a grin she couldn't quite suppress, glancing down at her boots and sweatshirt as she went into the room. Senna wasn't there. "You look lovely, by the way," she added more seriously. Alita probably wouldn't like that, but Alita could suck it up and take a compliment. Meche guessed with some relief that a run anywhere dangerous wasn't in the cards for at least one injured girl tonight.