She dropped the glass in her hand when he mentioned her Doctor. All thoughts of the ill man in front of her forgotten.<br/>"Leroy Walker..." she whispered.<br/>She could picture his red hair, barely any grey showing despite his age. The gap in his teeth when he smiled...<br/>She felt the sting of tears, enough that it pulled her back long enough to stop them. She took a deep breath and turned towards the other men.<br/>"I knew Dr. Walker." She ran a hand threw her hair and sighed. "He fell ill on the trip here."<br/>She toyed with the saline filled needle, uncertainty swirling in her stomache.<br/>"I'm afraid he didn't tell me where we were headed." She looked up at them through her lashes. "And I've become a wanderer, with no place to go."