Fancy needed a doctor. Not for herself, but that was besides the point. She needed a doctor, and she didn't have one. A lawyer, fisherman, plumber, hell even a priest (or the masquerading equivalent, at least) she could have come up with to help her. But no doctor.
And she had to find one. And fast. Milling around a hospital was a good way to start. And anyone daring to be out around curfew had to have questionable scruples. She liked that in a physician. Then again, she liked that in just about everyone.
She lingered back, following in the shadows at a respectable distance. She thinks she might know this woman. Not well, not personally. But she was in the hospital a while back and may have seen her milling about. Or could have even been treated by her, at the time she could have been treated by a gorilla in a Nazi uniform and wouldn't have noticed, so sick she was. She had thought she would die. A part of her had wished she would.
"Awful late for woman to be out," Fancy finally called for her, having caught up and come out of the shadows. "even for a doctor non?"