Iris was pleased that her irritatingly puffed foot was to be bound so expertly. Not a doctor, perhaps, but medically trained. She could accept that, and the scrubs, and if she fell and impaled herself, she'd certainly go down the hall if she didn't bleed out too quickly. That was a great compliment, of course. She liked the muscle under her heel, and in another Occupation she might have stretched a little bit to trace it to his knee, then back up again, but she was glad she did not have to. Not because it would have been hard to seduce the good doctor--quite the contrary--but that's only what it would have been, a seduction.
"I can tell you both," she said pleasantly. "I work in a library. On my feet, actually. Or I will for a little while longer, until the budget cuts get me if the lack of hours don't." She feigned the appropriate amount of concern, a little bite of her lip as she relaxed back into the couch.