That micron of approval from the nurse vanishes into another scowl. The doctor makes an impatient noise.

"God, I don't even know if we have paper prescriptions. Hang on, I'll check the desk--can you dress the wound?"

The last it directed to the nurse, who nods. She eyes Athena for a moment. "You don't sound like you're from Harlan."

Athena fixes her with a baleful look. "I'm here because my New York based parents are dead, but thanks for poking your fingers into my personal business."