Higgs did agree, nodding, that a decent bedside manner was certainly needed when one was a Healer. He had, of course, met doctors lacking such skill, but by majority, thankfully, they did at least try. Higgs had a great deal of respect for the fact that on plenty of occasions the people were often overworked and it must've been incredibly hard to sustain such positive attitude when you were tired. Siobhan, though, Higgs suspected, was utterly delightful even when tired. He did also smile when she said she had always wanted to be a dancer, the smile faltering only a little when Siobhan continued by explaining that she'd had medical concerns that had seen her in and out of treatment. It was as good, if not a better, reason as any to join the profession, Higgs felt.
"I bet the patients love you, dancing up to them," Higgs said teasingly. He didn't actually doubt that patients loved Siobhan whether she did or did not dance towards them. "I admire your profession a lot," he admitted, because it was true. "I doubt I'd be very good at such a thing," which, perhaps, was mostly based in skill than anything else. Higgs was quite confident he could at least manage the bedside manner stuff.