"I don't feel like I'm hungover," the woman said, folding her legs up into a yoga-position that would seem to indicate that at least her part of last night would have been flexible. "Or bad or concussed or anything." Thoughtfully, she added, "And I don't know my name, but I know I like chocolate. And I don't know anyone's name." So this was weird. But not really bad-weird, so. "Maybe there's I.D. around?"