"You sure do," Karin said, shaking her offered hand. "But you're not an idiot, Vanessa. You'd be surprised how many injuries we get very similar to that. They say the place you're most likely to get injured is in your own home, and from what I've seen around here, I believe it."
When presented with the injury, Karin set her clipboard aside, and took the damaged hand with a feather light touch, careful to avoid any burned skin. The blister had risen fast and hard, and merely to look at it was a painful prospect. "You did well to come here," she said, eyes narrowing as she turned the wounded skin over, searching every part of it for signs of dire injury. "Some people try to slap Neosporin or even butter on it and call it a night, but this looks like a second degree burn." Her brow was still knitted together when she looked up to the woman, her expression equal parts concern and determination. "It's nothing we can't patch up, though, so don't you worry."
She flagged down an orderly, gesturing toward Vanessa's burn. He seemed to understand, moving off toward a nearby supply closet. As they waited for his return, Karin glanced around for an open seat; though the ER and its few rooms were always full, this at least was an injury they could attend here. She led Vanessa to a small alcove, where more comfortable seats awaited them both. "Have a seat," she said, waving vaguely toward the chair.
"So Pax Letale... small world, isn't it?" she laughed. "Steam burns aside, how are you liking the place?"