She met Rachel in the cafeteria for breakfast much earlier than she ever wanted to be awake and functioning while hung over. They both got coffee and sat down rather gingerly.
Rachel frowned at the opposite wall where two doctors were painting it with amazing speed. "I still don't get it. Why would the aliens built hospitals and shelters and orphanages?"
An alien was installing something in the wall Madison sincerely hoped was a synthesiser that made decent coffee like the one in Viglar's office. She moaned and clutched her head. "Everything's a blur, and my head aches something fierce. I can't have rational discussion now."
"I'm trying to focus on something else. So why the shelters?" Rachel said.
"I don't know, maybe they're building shelters and this hospital because their leader married a human woman," Madison said. More focused on her headache than the conversation.
"Zacar? Didn't you say that was his name?"