Levi raised her head and impatiently threw back her long chocolate hair, looking at the girl who'd just introduced herself with a sharp green-eyed glance. "Levi. Levi Ackerman," she said, introducing herself in turn. She pulled a hand though her tangled hair and said, "What're you up here for?" With a gesture to the near-empty clinic. She figured it was obvious why she was there, and curiosity had gotten the better of her. Before the girl - 'Leftie' as Levi was already thinking of her - could answer, Levi gasped "[i]Verdammt noch mal![/i]" and vomited water - all she'd been able to coax into her ticking stomach - into the basin in her lap. Coughing, Levi rinsed her mouth out with a water bottle on the table next to her cot, spitting into the basin. The nurse who'd been caring for her picked it up, replacing it with an empty one. "Sorry," Levi said, but just about the barfing, but also the German. She tended to switch to her first language - the one her grandparents had taught her - when she was stressed, or not thinking about it.