"Thank you!" Chelsea calls to the hostess, and she whisks Panacea upstairs.

Oh no they hate her!!!!!

"What's going on?"

"Her mom does not exist. She's some kind of cape. I don't actually think she's hostile, that or she spoofs me but not well enough to fool me about her mom, but I don't know what she's doing here."

"Oh."

... Panacea's first instinct is that they should call her mom. Which is just about the least helpful instinct, for so many reasons. 

"Yeah. So I guess we could leave, this can't be the only nice bed-and-breakfast in the state."

"Do you have any idea how she found us in the first place?"

"Not a clue."

"I can probably figure out a lot more about what's going on if I can touch her, but that sounds risky.... Normally I will just call for backup in a situation like this but that's not really an option..."

"Yeah, it's just you and me."

"I could try making something to knock her out? I'm not sure if that would help."

"It'd cover our getaway, if we're getting away, but it wouldn't explain how she found us or what she wants."

"I can probably get her to tell us?"

"How?"

"By changing her brain so she explains herself? It's hard to explain in words, but it's not actually that difficult to do."

"Sounds good. I don't have control quite that fine, and usually I wouldn't exactly want it, but this is - strange."