Squall sighed again. Here was the part where conversations got small talky and awkward. Time to look for an exit strategy. He wasn't about to argue with her about if he was grumpy or not. (He would use the word "contemplative" seeing as he was just ripped from the comfort of his own home to a brave new world.)

"It's none of your business what my mood is, really. Can you point me in the direction of the hospital?"