Gaze immovable from out the window, plaster-smothered fingers in plasters framing the small notepad in her lap, her expression is perhaps more peaceful than she'd ever intentionally show her boss. Now is a good time as ever to let her thoughts simply calm themselves and her body to act slowly in recovery.

As such that doesn't prepare her one bit for the sudden presence in the room she had registered but not noticed and with a flicker of her eyes to him, she seems to freeze in time. Only for a second, however-- it's no deeper than the shock at being seen in pyjamas, bandages littering her arms and plasters on her cheeks, before not only a figure of authority but one she avoids contact with below an entirely professional level.

The moment passes, and her hands shift slightly, pulling the notepad back towards herself. Should she indicate a seat for him? There's the appearance of sympathy in his tone but she doubts it would extend far enough to share each others' company for longer than necessary when one of them isn't receiving a paycheck for it. Thankfully, the calm that this wing has allowed to settle in her helps a short, acknowledging nod, her eyes fixed curiously on him.