"My favorite color is orange. But not a super bright orange. I also like other pastel colors. What about you?" Zuzu asked. So, he was Patrick's replacement.
"Oh, I almost forgot. What's your name? I forgot," Zuzu asked. She had almost forgotten. Names were hard to remember. Faces, not so much, but names were hard. It was like trying to remember what you ordered last time at a restaurant. Until it became a pattern you weren't likely to remember it.
Zuzu absentmindedly played with her doll, making her dance in odd patterns and ways. Making her body twist in ways that people didn't. Dolls were entertaining, fun, they distracted Zuzu from everything around her. So if she was just hanging around or talking to doctors, she was most likely playing with it, not really paying the doll much attention, but moving it around.