Doctor, Doctor

Isla this won't hurt a bit Kalt was bored. Isla was... busy - very busy. She reminded herself that, one of these days, she was going to petition for a receptionist to stop people from wandering around the infirmary and through into the ward where the sick and injured were trying to rest. That would not be today, though. The flash of blonde the assassin would have seen would be her rushing into one of the treatment rooms in an effort to stem the bleeding from an injury someone had sustained. Going into the ruins and the fields and the woods and all manner of other places had proven quite... exciting, apparently, and people kept returning with all kinds of interesting hurts. "Hello, Kalt," she said without looking up from her work - she was putting pressure on the wound in the man's leg, though her initial assessment had shown he hadn't nicked an artery. "Sure - could you keep pressure on this while I get my tools, please?" Remarkably unruffled by the presence of the stranger, she figured there would be time for pleasantries later.