Gela, to her credit, did not mean to walk in on somebody already occupying the infirmary; she thought that it would be empty. She thought that she might snoop through it first and talk to a healer second, in private, but as opportunity presents itself– having already strode with much purpose inside of the door and stopped dead upon the realisation of some unexpected company–

she may as well just go for it.

"Pardon, Messere." She flashes her teeth in a polite little smile, rolling with the punch. "Do you work here?"