He supposed she did see, judging by the expression on her face. She was as unimpressed about the whole affair as he was, and he appreciated that. He wanted to ask her more about her thoughts of Muggle-borns and treating people outside of St. Mungo's, but people were so hesitant to speak, and he'd already pried enough.
Taking the bottle, he inspected it curiously and then nodded. "All right," he replied. "I think I can handle that."
He slid off the cot and got to his feet, his glasses still in one hand. "I can put these back on, can't I?" he asked. "If I don't, I may walk into a wall or something, and then you'll have to treat me for a broken nose." He gave her a funny little smile.