A deep, much-aggrieved sigh escaped her as she glanced towards the sky. It was much too early for this. Peisinoê was quite sure that when the plague was ravaging her city, children were showing less theatrics than this man and he was - well. She wasn't sure what she was, not that it really mattered.
A count of ten before she dropped her gaze down to him, "There will be no profuse profanity in my earshot, Mister." A well-manicured hand waved at him warningly as her brain picked out the parts of his speech she needed, a trick she had picked up as she listened to tutors drone on and on.
It was supposed to rain today, though it felt nice enough now. Maybe she and her sister could go for a storm swim, those were always fun. She tuned back into what he was saying as she slid her key into the lock, "We aren't open for nearly another 45 minutes, a proper doctor won't be in until then," A lie, but that was neither here nor there. Anyway. The Medical field called to her more for the science part than the healing, truthfully, "I'm merely a nurse."
But Peisinoê was notoriously bad about saying no to people. Call it confidence issues or simply a deep need for approval, it had her opening the door with another sigh either way. The lights were flipped on as she held the door open for him, the sound of her heels already echoing loudly through the quiet building.
"What exactly, are you dying from?" The more professional tone came easier here at least. The purse swinging from her arm as she stuffed her keys back in it while she scanned him again, speculatively, from where she stood a hair taller than him with the aid of her heels. Maybe she would keep them on a bit longer this time, just to make a point.