Aren't You a Bridget?

Dana surged up again, blinking away the sedative glaze from her eyes. Charlotte's brain hop skipped across the words Dana almost said, you're not one of us. Quickly, before Dana could wake back up again, she snatched the chart dangling from the wall beside Dana's bed and scanned it. Her eyes landed on the woman's date of birth, printed plainly across the top of the chart, confirming what they'd suspected. 1993. This clone hadn't come from Project Lita. Wait. Aren't you a Bridget? Dana closed her eyes as she sang back into her pillows and Charlotte exhaled through her nose. She needed more information. I can explain everything