The man spoke but all that Vivian could hear was an esoteric dead language. She was schooled, but not in linguistics, most times she could barely speak English passably enough to communicate. Regardless she concluded her examination and stood over his prone form, light fading from her finger as she tucked her short hair behind her ears on both sides. She breathed lightly, so as to not disturb him in his weakened state, for he really did need the rest. Then again, so did she. How many hours had she been on her feet now? Sure she could drink in some sunlight and keep on trucking for a while, but she still felt as if she'd benefit from sleep so much more.

She jumped a bit as he spoke to her, bringing a warm smile and a flush of blood to her face. "Uh -- I'm sorry, sir. I'm no angel. J-just a gal." She picked at her nails out of nervous habit, before walking over to the supplies and administering a shot of painkillers and something to help fight off infection, bolster his immune system. She sat beside the bed, unaware of the other presence in the room and smiled again. She had some time to sit for a spell. "So, sir. How did you get banged up so bad? Can you speak? We get some bad injuries in here, but you seem to be a different case."