Her silence is expected, considering what the last few days have been like, and Hoskins actually stops by her bedside to stare down at her with his hands on his hips.

"Gotta give it to those doctors. They really took the wind out of your sails."

His gaze lingers, as if making sure that she's as drugged as she appears to be... then, it begins to slide down her body, very loosely covered by the thin gown that they change once a day. And something in his eyes sharpens, a gleam that was familiar, to both Blue and Owen, back when she still lived on the island.

"Y'know... I would've expected you to start in with 'Owen this, Owen that' sooner or later. Or even Omega. I can only imagine what's going through that boy's head right now." He snorts with amusement. "But you ain't like that, huh. Wanna fight your own battles, or die trying." A lingering, heavy pause. "I always did like that."

Then, Vic Hoskins dares to take a seat right on the edge of Blue's bed, out of reach of the chains at her wrists.