The rap of the walking stick against the ground made Isla's heart jump into her throat - the medic flinched in surprise, turning sharply to face the doorway only to find the gentleman death there himself (apparently). Her chest beat wildly as she took a few breaths to slow her rising adrenaline, offering Archebold a smile that was as relieved as it was embarrassed. "You frightened me there," she admitted, turning to face him fully and about to apologise for not recognising him when he offered his name freely.
Ah. The Bloodfiend Captain of the Wall (the fangs were a giveaway even if she hadn't realised it). Not that the Wall was there any longer. "I don't believe we have, no. Isla Lockwood," she introduced in return, offering a curtsey befitting a duchess that was made ludicrous by her current attire and their surroundings.
"I have had to be," she remarked of the infirmary, offering a wry sort of smile. "Injury and sickness does not wait for you to be ready, after all. But... and forgive my plain speaking, you are hardly the sort of man in need of a doctor. How can I help you?"
Ah. The Bloodfiend Captain of the Wall (the fangs were a giveaway even if she hadn't realised it). Not that the Wall was there any longer. "I don't believe we have, no. Isla Lockwood," she introduced in return, offering a curtsey befitting a duchess that was made ludicrous by her current attire and their surroundings.
"I have had to be," she remarked of the infirmary, offering a wry sort of smile. "Injury and sickness does not wait for you to be ready, after all. But... and forgive my plain speaking, you are hardly the sort of man in need of a doctor. How can I help you?"
