Is he making fun of her? She narrows her eyes for a moment, irked by the idea that he thought she might be that useless... and then irked by the fact that she can hardly even reassure herself that he's wrong. She doesn't remember anything about herself, and he's a total stranger. All he knows of her is that she was a wolf a few minutes ago, and now she's not, and that she hasn't any idea how she even managed that little trick. It's not as if she's been inspiring much confidence.

So, aside from pressing her lips together tighter for a moment or two, she elects not to respond. He doesn't really sound like he's making fun of her, at least (though she's not sure what it says about him if he thinks standing up is a praiseworthy deed).

"Where are the healers?" she asks as she takes a few steps away from the counter. It feels more natural the longer she stays like this, and her balance isn't so bad. "If this is a place for sick folk, there ought to be healers." That just seems like common sense. "Guards are for prisons."