It wasn't the worst mangling of her name but it was one of the more memorable ones, she had to give him that. It was an annoyance, certainly, but not enough for her to change her tone as she corrected him, "It's Peisinoê. Like most non-humans, you can ignore the etymology of my last name." So many of them changed names or gave out false ones because of the power they could hold, that she had learned to take them with a grain of salt or a bucket, really.
Their last name was picked by her family to humor the Human obsession with such things, they thought they were clever when really they just made things more difficult for her at University.
The little comment made her pause for a beat. It seemed like an insult, though she wasn't quite sure. A muscle twitched above her right eye and she felt, for the briefest moment, that she was at one of her parent's dinner parties trying to decipher things fellow aristocrats were saying to her. At least it was something she was used to, even if the deja vu was uncomfortable. "Oh? Then what is your purpose, it must be quite grand indeed." With that falsely benign, innocently curious, I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about, Ambassador voice her mother mastered seemingly from birth.
There was a knock on the door just as she was digging out her stethoscope out of her coat pocket. "Hold a moment." And sure enough, there came an immediate, yes ma'am and the sound of someone fidgeting in noisy shoes but not leaving. Peisinoê liked to do things a certain way, just so. The stethoscope was secured around her neck, the blood pressure cuff wrapped in place and double checked before she opened the door with a grateful, if professional smile still. So focused on the folder she hardly saw the look Carol gave her patient.
The first page was given a glance only, but she set it open on the counter where she could see it even as she squeezed the old fashioned rubber bladder on the cuff. As she gave him the normal instructions of breathing in deep, holding it, so on and so forth, the veneer of daftness fell out of her eyes as well as she fake cheerfulness. Instead, she was sharper, more focused, as she listened to his heart - sneaking the stethoscope under the collar of his shirt to press over where she assumed his heart was - listened to how the blood pumped on his wrist and even his neck. To check all the boxes, and because she was curious even as she was skeptical, she even leaned around him slightly to listen to his lungs through his back.
Finally, she pulled the stethoscope out of her ears, pulling the ever-present pen out of her pocket to make some notations on his file, flipping through it and skimming the dates and numbers with a practiced eye. "If you are feeling no pain when walking or sitting I'm knocking down Appendicitis as a possibility, however I see your high heart rate and blood pressure are as regular as your visits. Is rubbish Chinese food, a staple of your diet?"
Maybe he was just a unique kind of high strung. It would fit with his ridiculous amount of visits here, that was for sure. If Mr. Rune was actually ill, it was a growing possibility he was doing it to himself without intending it.