Well, Dr. Romanova had earned points already. One, he didn't keep her waiting for thirty years, and two, he was considerably better looking than her other doctors, wheelchair or no. She got to her feet, unbothered by the fact that she stood at nearly 6 feet tall regardless of the fact that she towered over both the house elf and the wheelchair-bound healer in front of her. "Nice to meet you," she said, reaching out to shake his hand. Even that movement was more painful than it should have been, though she was loath to admit it. Why couldn't she have hurt her left arm instead? She barely needed it; just for holding on sometimes while flying.
"Thanks for getting me in. I didn't expect to get an appointment so quickly," she said. "My friend, Marsden, he said you might have a different take on my injury. I'd really like to hear someone tell me something different than what I've already heard."