Although in fact she is impared to a much higher degree, her senses do function normally on a local level. It is the poin to translation of these senses tinto the brain that I believe has been damaged. No you are the one who is damaged, dear sir, forcing the world to believe in your shadows. I can see far better than you, I am not blind. I would not talk to you, it is not in the text.
Doctors are always dull characters anyways.
The stage collapses and crumbles. A few smoky fires still burn throughout the rubble, as the sun rises from the east. ANN lies at the bottom of the trench in a fetal position, her clothes soaked in her own blood. Seems to be unconscious or dead. A dead cat and several dead rats litter the floor.