Work at the hospital, by its very nature, was unpredictable. The ebb and flow of patients and their needs was tied more closely to whim than to any sort of pattern. This was the only thing that Padma didn't like about her quiet space of simmering potions and exotic ingredients. People came in at all hours asking for things, which wasn't bad, it's what she was there for, but sometimes it was distracting.
She made a real effort, though, not to let this turn her sour to visitors seeking the potions they needed. They were doing their jobs and she was doing hers.
So, when Siobhan entered, Padma gave her a welcoming smile that was completely genuine, and she stepped away from her worktable where she had been cutting Valerian Roots. "That's wise," she said as she took the list and scanned over it.
"I have most of this," she said, turning to the store cupboard to begin selecting bottles, "but you'll have to wait on the Burn Paste." She rolled her eyes. "It's been a nightmare with the dragon situation, but I have what I need and can get started on a new batch." She set the bottles she'd collected on the table and moved to the ingredients bins. "Give me twenty minutes?"