An eyebrow quirks slowly at the intriguing start. "It most certainly does," she agrees, picking up the cigarette that burns away in the ashtray, neatly setting it to the corner of her lips as she contemplates what he told her. "But.. it also sounds like a classic case of amnesia to me, honey. The hospital's five blocks that way," she points at the wall, giving him a look before she sets her glass back down on the table. She doesn't want her time wasted by a man who can't tell a doctor from a detective.