Selina turned towards the nurse a little gingerly, though she hoped it wasn't obvious. She smiled at Linda - she was pretty, but the kind of pretty other women didn't get jealous of. Genuinely pretty.
"Irena Dubrovna," she chirped, "We spoke on the...on the, um..."
Well damn, what was that thing called, anyhow?
"We spoke," she finally decided.
Selina held her side, hoping it looked casual rather than as if she felt her organs were about to come spilling out.