Dale gently placed her dog tags back around her neck. Hopefully that small bit of familiarity would help. I could tell her I’m a doctor, but she wouldn’t fall for that. Not unless I can scrounge up some convincing scrubs in short order.  They probably don’t know what scrub pants are, so that’s out. I could blindfold her, and tell her she’s got a problem with her eyes. She’ll still hear the doctors and nurses, but maybe if I tell her it’s an effect of the drugs, she’ll relax a bit.