[she hovered just around a corner with her iron fire poker raised when she heard someone slam against the door, but she relaxes when she hears his voice. He sounds okay and not violent, even... nice, and just frustrated. She can't blame him.]

[she steps around the corner with a small smile, trying to look friendly despite the weapon still in her hand. She notices his long ears—another nonhuman, then. And Gods, is he tall. She touches the brim of her hat politely with her off hand as she looks up at him.]

Hello, there! Good news is there are plenty of beds—bad news is, none of them are made up. This hospital isn't very hospitable.

[she didn't mean to almost make a pun, but she powers through it with a straight face.]