Brigitta regarded Hilda for a moment, then hesitantly approached her where she lay.  She shrugged helplessly and knelt down at her bedside.<br/><br/>"N-no, I don't."  She managed a weak smile.  "I guess that's good, though.  I mean, we're wearing all white."<br/><br/>She paused for a moment.<br/><br/>"I was going to look for something in that kitchen in the room with the couches, but then that<i> thing,</i>that robot, I guess, attacked those guys."  She indicated the winged man and the man who had removed his shirt with a subtle movement of her eyes.<br/><br/>"I guess we're lucky to be in here, at least."  She shrugged again.  She glanced over Hilda briefly, then met her eyes again.<br/><br/>"How did you, how did you do what you did?"