Karin heard Vanessa's name before she saw her, read off a roster of incoming patients by a tired nurse deep into her second shift. Her hand raised to the nurse's back as she passed behind him, plucking the clipboard from his slumping hand. "I'll get this one," she said, glancing over the hastily written chart. "I'll handle the intake paperwork if you find someone to see her." She looked down to the barely legible scrawl indicating what the patient had come in for. It looked to be a fairly simple case, one she might hand off to a young resident in need of a bit of practice. But until such a resident was found, Karin had every intention of taking the opportunity to meet another fellow tenant, particularly one apparently accident prone.
Clipboard in hand, she swept down the corridor to Vanessa's side, her own thick-soled, willfully unattractive shoes padding noiselessly down the hall. Her smile was soft as she drew up alongside the woman, her green eyes darting restlessly between the injury and her sort-of neighbor's striking face. "Vanessa?" she asked. "I'm Karin Shepherd." Her smile flashed brighter for an instant, every aspect of her body language seeking to put the woman at her ease. "Nice to meet a neighbor, although I wish it was under better circumstances. How are you feeling?"