She clicked her tongue in her mouth a few times, looking into the distance as she tilted her head. She came back with nothing but a shake of her head and a disappointed twist of her scarred lips. "Not ringing any bells, chief. Just another patient to me, in here. So don't worry, you'll get treated right just the same as everyone else." She glanced over his form with discerningly. Pale blue, almost snow white eyes travelled over his body once more before she stood to her feet and checked his vitals, attempting to assess if his bandages would need changing. "Well I can tell you this, you're a lucky one... Wolf," The name tasted strange in her mouth, as if she were addressing an animal rather than a man, but she continued regardless, "Whenever you hear about mishaps with explosives around here, there usually isn't much of the perp to cart back home."

She sighed solemnly and moved to the bed next to him, still staying within earshot. "And again, not an angel. Just a gal with sore spot for broken folks. And a big pet peeve for violence." Vivian's mouth was permeated by the scent of copper and charcoal as she moved on to a patient with some particularly bad burns covering his body, moaning in exhausted agony. She shushed him and tightened his bandages before dosing him with some morphine for the pain. With a slow spin on her heel, she spun back around to Wolf and snapped a finger. A small flash of light, like a fire cracker going off, came from her outstretched hand as she stated her name. "You can call me Martyr. Don't ask, it makes itself apparent enough as time goes along. Nice to meetcha."