Conrad knew that he wasn't being very professional, muttering about one of the players while he was tending their injury. But when someone did something as stupid as that during practice - he didn't worry too much about whether he was being professional or not. Plus the Magpies had hired him for his skill as a healer, not for his people skills. He looked up when he heard someone speaking Russian to him and while it wasn't fluent, he got the gist of what she was saying and smiled as he turned back to the arm he was healing.
He knew who she was, from the times she'd been to visit her brother and from the times he'd been over to the Falcons pitch. It took him a minute to remember her name before he could answer her, his voice calm and matter of fact. "Нет, если это помогает мне сохранить свою работу, г-жа Трой . И если люди собираются, чтобы вести себя так глупо во время практики, то я чувствую, что я имею право высказать свои замечания по нему. Особенно, если это вызывает меня придется задержаться, чтобы исправить их, когда я должен идти в мою маму на ужин."
It wasn't the most polite response but then - he'd never been known as the polite one out of the Bradley brothers.