Mentally Zach was cursing the fact that sweet little Ana was such a light sleeper. Not because he wanted to grill this woman, but mostly because he wouldn’t have minded at least learning a name so he could stop thinking of her as ‘That woman who harasses the security guys’ and really the medic in him was concerned about her general well being, while the guy in him wouldn’t have minded the possibility of holding a conversation with an attractive woman – even if said conversation would have been entirely professional.
He watched her as she mimed what had happened and why she was now seeking out painkillers, and felt a tinge of pride when she pretty much confirmed she was another ice victim. If he felt comfortable speaking or making any kind of noise Zach would have applauded her miming skills, which were in fact better than his own. Which wasn’t really saying much, but still – he was impressed.
Though with another appearance of an ice victim, Zach made a mental note to talk to the grounds crew and get them to sand the sidewalks. At this rate half the compound would be camping out in his the infirmary if things kept up this.
With a quirk of his eyebrow Zach met her gaze when she shook her head ‘no’ in response to his poorly mimed question. Was she really okay, or was she simply one of those ‘I’ll push through it’ types?
How in the hell was he supposed to ask her if she was really she sure was okay? As he thought about this he reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck.
Catching the way she asked – without really asking – if she could leave, Zach realized his window to find out if she was truly okay had passed. Stepping to the side, he gave her his most charming smile as he made the universal ‘After you’ gesture.