The voice didn't help when it came, and neither did the fact that whoever it was decided to go and have a seat with her. And start taking to her as well. Because clearly she looked so in the mood for a conversation right then.

Donna opened an eye to the guy. "Who's askin'?" she snapped weakly, her first words of the day.

She hadn't been able to rail against her nurse in some redirected rage, but she'd get there. Eventually. Might be good to practice on whatever idiot had thought to sit down and have a little "chat" with her. Even if, she decided, he did seem somehow familiar. She couldn't keep everyone there straight, abused or not.