Nitin did jump when Mercy spoke, though he blamed that more on his own unawareness of his surroundings than anything else. Still, it took him almost no time to have the word 'invisible' pop up in his head (shortly followed by 'telepathy', which made Nitin shift uncomfortably). "No, you're fine," he assured. It was bad time in as much as Nitin was having one in general, he didn't think the woman's presence was going to make it worse (probably). Shaking his head, mostly to get away from the thoughts about curses, Nitin gave Mercy a look. "Right ankle?" He asked, feeling the pain almost vibrate against his vision as he looked at her and nodded towards the examination bed. "Hop up," he suggested going to find an ice pack.
Truth was, unless it was very serious, the supers rarely came to Nitin, which he couldn't even be offended by. He was used to being picked after someone with the abilities to heal you, still, this was his job. "Put this against it," he said handing Mercy the ice pack. "I don't think it's a sprained," he told her honestly before locating some painkillers and a glass of water. "These and some rest should fix it right up," he advised and then looked around. "Do you want a lollipop?" Because yes, Nitin had a massive jar of lollipops. Whilst he didn't deal with kids as often as the size of the jar might imply, Nitin had also, throughout his career, learned that adults responded to any sort of medical treatment better, too, if you gave them a lollipop. Unless it was diabetics, but a list of those in the facility was very short and having everyone's personnel file in your head meant that Nitin very rarely offered a diabetic a lollipop.