"One two three four five six seven eight nine ten." And thank her lucky stars for whatever translation effect is running that lets her do that. 

"Good girl. Can you tell me what you had for breakfast this morning?"

"I have no idea."

Consistent. No evasion, no hedging. No signs of a way to get at the memories the long way around.

"Thanks for trying, Audrey. Can you tell me the color of your dress, without looking?"

"Lavender."

Okay. Basic working memory is functional. No signs of cognitive issues.

"Good job. And how are you feeling now?"

"Okay. A little scared I won't be able to see my family again, but Miss Sable is nice and you seem nice too, so I hope we'll be able to find them."

(A patchwork of unrelated true statements. She is so good at this.)

"Well I'm glad you like me. I certainly try to be nice whenever I can. And if you could pick one thing to do today, what would it be?"

"See my mom Topaz again. But if I have to pick something I think will actually happen then I think it would be getting a big hug from Miss Sable."

Awww. Very practical kid, trying hard to be brave. "Well, I bet she'll bee glad to give you a hug when you see her next. Okay, last thing we need to check, Audrey, is your blood sugar. I'll need to prick your finger, and it'll sting just a bit. Can you hold your hand out for me?"

"Alright." She offers her hand.

And EMT Joy carefully pricks it with a fresh lancet, then collects the sample and hands it to Corwin for testing before putting a bandaid on Audrey's finger. "Thank you, sweetie. Now, since you were so good and brave, would you like a sticker?"

She holds out a few sheets full of pokémon stickers.

Aww, cute, they have cuddlemons here too! 

She takes a sticker of a Ninetales, mostly for looks. 

"Thank you!" she chirps.

"Ooh, Ninetales is so pretty. Good choice." She clips out the Ninetales sticker with the backing, so the kid can have her choice where to stick it later. "Okay, all done. I'll take you out to see Miss Sable now, okay?"

She stands up and offers her hand.

"Okay!"

She takes EMT Joy's hand, gets up, and manages a little smile. It's totally because of the sticker. One hundred percent. 

Cute kid. She leads the way back out to the waiting area.

"Welcome back," Sable greets Lily, arms open for a hug if she needs one. "How're you doing, sweetie?"

She hugs Sable firmly. 

"Good. I got a sticker!" She holds up the little Ninetales. 

A few minutes later, Elm comes out from behind the desk. While he thinks it'd be nice to get some more details out of the kid regarding what her house looked like and where it was, since she remembers being there, he has enough to work with that it's probably not worth pressuring the kid to say more right now. He can do a phone interview later if the family doesn't show within a few days. 

"Ms. Miller," he says. "I'd like to take you aside for a moment if I could?" He's holding what is recognizably a foster intake form in his hand.

"Awww, that's really pretty."

She squeezes Lily protectively.

Then she looks up at Officer Elm's words.

Oh? She's seen one of those before, during foster orientation. 

She looks back to Lily. "I'll be back in just a minute, sweetie. Stay right here for me?"

"Okay!"

Officer Elm draws Sable aside into an interview room and clears his throat. 

"This is irregular as hell, but I noticed you're in the foster system, and looking at the cute kid out there and seeing how much she likes you already, it just seems cruel to make her take a placement with some other random foster house that probably has a half dozen kids all together. You're new to this, but she seems like a sensible enough kid to be alright for a first-timer like you. So... understanding that this absolutely happened through the proper channels..." He hands Sable over the intake form. "Fill this out and I'll file it with the foster program on your behalf, alright?"

"Oh, wow. Thanks for the trust, Officer, I won't let you down. You'll get a social sorted for her so I can put her on my insurance?"

She sits down at the table and starts filling out the form. It doesn't take very long.