As he'd been preoccupied with the...lovely? ladies up at the front desk, Booker hadn't noticed the awkward exchange between Elizabeth and the patient. He knew in the back of his mind she'd be wandering at a safe distance because that's what she did, and could pinpoint her from the corner of his eye, so he thought nothing of it.
Those smiles just about made him grimace. "I'm afraid I don't have an appointment." Of course, how could he forget? When you were whisked away to a dark land against your will with monsters and evil creatures, why in the name of all things good and sane wouldn't he have thought to make an appointment?
Long seasoned in such things Booker kept a trained composure even at the nurse's disfigured joy and grotesque mannerisms. Loosing your cool certainly didn't help situations. Thus far, he had no knives through his body, he wasn't on fire, and he wasn't being hurled through a window. All in all, it could have been worse.
"If you wouldn't mind? I've got nothin' but time." What he didn't have was another chance to loose his life and leave Elizabeth to fend on her own again. So when he'd finished being polite to the nurse he turned back to his daughter, folding his arms to rest against his chest. He but glanced around them as he closed their distance. "Overly friendly and disfigured." He spoke gently so only she could hear. "Generally, those are things you should try to avoid...but they're fetching the doctor. Said we'd have to wait a bit."