Patch eyed the mare, tapping his right hind hoof against the floor in thought. His mouth hung slightly agape, as if he was ready to speak but couldn't quite form the words yet. He did begin to pickup on the details of his environment, noting that there were far too many amenities for the space to serve as a surgical area. He also noticed some new information regarding his condition. If he indeed had been consuming such great amounts of the vial concoctions, he'd be experiencing some kind of hangover. Instead, he found himself sound of mind and free of any head aches. As puzzling as it was, his whereabouts couldn't possibly be the result of an enthusiastic night out. That, or he was finally reaching alarmingly high levels of tolerance.
"I got a feeling I didn't mess with them in the first place." he stated, more to himself than the mare. He finally scooted off the cot and stood. He remained steady, though he did feel stiff as he rolled his neck and allowed his horn to faintly glow. The routine was over in a matter of seconds, leaving Patch relatively limbered and free to further investigate the room. He had begun to move to a cabinet when the mare gave her name.
"Patch," he answered as he continued examining the wall fixtures. "And last I checked, my apartment wasn't a tree. Rent's way to high for that," He finished with the cabinet, now directing his attention fully on his "hostess", noticing the frame she had been fiddling with earlier now hanging around her neck. "Y'know that picture'd probably look better on a shelf."