As she was trying her best to ignore any scents of blood -- just because she had fed didn't mean the vampire couldn't have more, this place was practically starving her, after all -- it was the voice rather than the scent of him that made Selene look over. Thankfully her eyes were back to their 'natural' brown and the feeding had given her skin the barest touch of color so she didn't look quite as out of place as she could. Well, ignoring the leather and vinyl and the corset.
"It's not for me." She lightly rolled her eyes, as if it should have been obvious she wasn't in need of medical attention. "I'm looking for antibiotics for a friend." There was the slightest pause before 'friend', as if she wasn't quite sure what to call Gambit. She supposed friend and acquaintance could be interchangeable.
Selene had spoke as she walked over, a few steps putting her closer to the cot. She did her best to ignore the scent of blood as she looked him over with a rather critical eye and then arched a brow. "You look like hell." But not as bad as Gambit had. "Can you help me, or not?"