Dean. All right, fine. She'd probably let that name go by the next shift since, right then? It didn't matter so much what his name was. Come back in a few days when she maybe had hair growing back and she might be able to file that bit of info away, but with a hole in her head things were likely to leak out without her wanting them too.

"Right..." she at least gave him the benefit of the doubt, "... sorry... not chatty..."

Since when had thinking hurt so much? Or people talked so loud in the Sun Room? Felt like every damn person's voice was echoing off of everywhere. Donna lifted a hand to her bandages and covered an ear, hoping to block out what she could.

"Thanks though..." she added suddenly, mind catching up a little with what the guy had said. If he'd been one of those two with the doctor, then he was probably someone the Doctor knew. And crappy though it had been, the group had still tried to rescue her. Better late than never, right?