The items strewn about the room didn't bother the creature. It just found the place odd. There weren't really memories for it to pull from, more like impressions that lingered there in the back of its mind. And those impressions told her things. It knew what the basic body parts were, an understanding that the room was at least odd.. It understood pain and basic emotions but it wasn't a complex thing. It was as if it was pulling from an old guide book that had seen too many years in the sun and rain. Its pages were brittle and faded with age and only some words were left legible. 

The creation turned its eyes back to its creator as he explained that he had numbed the area. It didn't feel much different to the creature. It felt a slight tingling that faded to nothing quickly. There was very few things it could feel upon its skin. The time the body had been dead and decomposing had left the nerves decayed and almost nonexistent. It barely felt touch, pain was just pressure on its skin, and it did not feel cold. 

When he began to sew its leg back up, it watched intently and listened as he explained the different layers and sutured them back together. When the thread was finally cut and the sewing done, it reached out to gingerly touch the new stitches there. It let its fingers guide along the work before its eyes moved to the sutures that encircled its wrist on that arm. After a moment of examining those stitches, it moved its hand along its body, feeling and examining other spots where sutures sewed together different body parts. 

Its examination of itself done, it looked about on the ground for the water vial it had previously. Eventually it found it, half its contents poured out in a puddle on the ground, and picked it up. It put the vial to its lips and took a rather large gulp which resulted in it coughing harshly. The coughing quickly turned into harsh hacking as black gunk came out of its mouth, having been coughed up from somewhere within its body. 

The coughing continued until a large glob of that dark gunk was hacked up and spit onto the floor. Once the glob was hacked up, the coughing came to an end and the creature found itself feeling better. The pain in its chest had lessened immensely and it felt like it could breath better now. It looked to the glob of ick, releasing a noise of confusion instead of a gnarly gargle as it had done before. 

The sound of its own voice took it by surprise and it raised a hand to cover its mouth, looking at its creator with wide eyes. It slowly lowered its hand and released a low coo, finding its voice far more pleasing to listen to now, even if it still had a bit of a scratching resonance to it.

It looked to its creator with excitement, pointing at its throat and releasing low trill of excitement. It liked these new sounds it could make.