Michele smiled as Rosalie stirred, then sat up. Her frown quickly faded as the girl swung her feet off the bed, uncovering herself in the process and proceeded to completely and totally panic.<br/>"Rosalie@" she shouted to no avail as leads were torn from her limbs. Alarms blared as equipment panicked and somewhere two nurses were dispatched to the room.<br/><br/>She watched, keeping a discreet distance from the half-naked girl as she stared herself  down in a mirror. "Rosalie," she pleased, "please, I can explain.." she didn't expect, nor did it seem, anyone else expect, a girl coming out of a two-week-long induced coma to be quite this spry. But then again, the local medical technology wasn't exactly 'normal; and even the veteran trauma nurses storming the room had yet to see everything on this level, especially since none of them were fully briefed on the girl's last moments of consciousness.<br/><br/>Two nurses, a man and a women in scrubs, burst into the room and promptly restrained Rosalie, lifting her feet from the floor. One jabbed her with an aerosyringe and pulled the trigger. A blast of pressurized saline later and a mild tranquilizer entered Rosalie's right thigh, calming her just enough for the two to hoist her back into a sitting position on the bed. One held her down and the other silenced the screaming equipment.<br/><br/>"Rosalie," Michelle began again, "you've been unconscious for several weeks, you fell down the wall at our Chicago Embassy after a chase with a couple of mobsters. It seems," she took a deep breath, "you are the only eyewitness to a mob boss committing murder and, on the request of the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation were placed into witness protection. We," she moved to sit next to her, "well, we gave you a new identity, which for us means a completely new look, as well."