A friendly orderly

A tired looking orderly steps back from the doors when he sees her in the hallway. “Hi there.” He says with a smile. “Wow, the cleaning crew gets prettier each night.” Did all men become blathering idiots when they found themselves face to face with a pretty woman? Then again when she remembers her reflection in the mirror she wonders if she is being unfair.

They stand in silence for a few seconds before he tries again. "Is this your floor now?" Samantha shrugs noncommittally not sure what to say to the friendly orderly. The man looks away perhaps in embarrassment at her lack of response to his conversation when Samantha realizes that she could use some help in this strange new world.

“Actually, could you help me?” She asks and is hopeful when she sees his immediate attentiveness. “This is my first week here." The blond haired orderly nods encouragingly "Well, one of the floor nurses sent me to get a patient's belongings, but she spoke so fast I can't remember where she told me to get them.” Samantha hates playing the dumb bimbo, but she shrugs her shoulders unconsciously lifting her breasts tantalizingly "She scares me a little and I'd rather not have to …”

“Why don't you use your link?” The man asks but before she can come up with a reasonable answer he provides one for her. "Oh, HR still hasn't cleared you for the internal link." Samantha nods wide-eyed only just barely understanding the general idea of what he was saying. "It took them almost three weeks when I started here." He smiles at her in sympathy. “I thought I’d never get connected.” Samantha smiles not knowing what to say, but she finds that the smile works just fine.

“I should be able to help you.” He adds and for a second his eyes become unfocused. “Patient’s belongings are …” he pauses “…what’s the patient’s name?” He asks.

“That’s just it,” Samantha tells the orderly remembering the Doctor’s words from earlier “she is unidentified, no chip, they put into a room on floor 145.” She notices the puzzled look on the orderly's face and continues quickly before he asks any awkward questions. “You’ve been so helpful, I hate to have to go back empty handed, not with them in the mood they’re in.” She touches the orderly on his arm giving him a quick squeeze along with another smile.

“No problem, uh,” He pauses waiting for her name.

“Rhiain” Samantha provides the name that had been rolling around her brain like a pinball since her escape from the nurse’s office “Rhiain Higgins.”

“Cool, no problem Rhiain, I’m Thern Killgan.” He tells her, “and your Jane Doe’s possessions are in a locker in the basement storage units - Floor 000.” As he speaks the elevator stops moving again. “This is my stop…” he pauses in the doorway clearly hoping for some reason to stay.

“Thanks again Thern.” Samantha tells him sweetly. “I owe you one, if you don’t tell anyone what a didtz I am, I’ll look you up once my link is up and thank you properly.” His face lights up as the doors close between them. That went better than she could have hoped for. Her belongings are in a locker in the basement, she still wasn't sure how she could get them in the middle of the night, but at least she knew where they were.

Samantha pushes a random floor number and while the elevator begins to move she considers her options. She could just run, get out the hospital while it was still night time, but with only the few possessions in her pockets, how far could she get? Who will believe her story if she tries to explain she is Samantha Baxter from Earth. If she had her possessions she could at least back up her claims with the cell phone, watch and other items. But to get those she has to hang around for the long enough to visit the basement.

Just how long did she have before security started locking down the building?