There was a slight flutter in Aleksandr's heart when Sylvia smirked and began speaking in a mock-British accent.  He wasn't expecting her to play along with him. He wasn't particularly in the business for making friends, and he felt a foreign nervousness in him. However, he quickly swallowed the fear when Nurse Gina handed him Sylvia's medication and list.  His mind wandered back to Sylvia's smile as Nurse Gina and Sylvia began discussing her bathing restrictions.  He was replaying the situation, trying to make understanding of the nervousness.

"If you'd be gracious, good sir. Please lead me to this chariot you mentioned," Gina softly spoke while clasping her hands in her lap. 

Aleksandr snapped out of his daze, forcing himself to pick up his personality more.  It was an uncomfortable feat, but he really liked the reaction Sylvia had given him, "As you wish, Mademoiselle.  Please, do hold on tightly--this may be a bumpy ride," he began swiftly pushing the wheelchair down the corridor in an attempt to get out of the hospital as quickly as possible. 

When he got to the exit of the hospital, he paused to catch his breath.  A small smile was on his lips when the sliding glass doors opened. He valiantly walked her through the exit towards his father's gray Toyota, stationed on the street near the doors.  Seeing Sylvia and Aleksandr, Father Seraphim hopped out of the car to help with getting Sylvia into the Toyota.  His expression seemed a bit concerned seeing a smile on Aleksandr's face, but he tried to hide his concern, stroking his beard.  He didn't want to seem unhospitable to the poor girl, "I think, it might be best for... Sylv, to sit in the front seat as it is more comfortable than the backseat," his eyes looked directly at Aleksandr--a hidden message communicating between the two.

"Sure," Aleksandr retorted quickly, looking back at his father with false apologetic eyes.  Father Seraphim opened the passenger door of the car, seemingly more relaxed. Aleksandr pushed the wheelchair up to the passenger seat, "Alright, you're going to have to help me here. I don't want to hurt you,"  he held out his hand to Sylvia. [@Arista]