Gela looks confused for half a beat before it clicks. She is not the first to come and snoop! This eases her considerably. She might have had to really explain herself to anybody else, or at the very least lie convincingly, and truly she's dreading to have to do that to the folks at Riftwatch, kind enough to open their doors and share their food-

Now is not the time for wool-gathering.

Strange looks at her, and she straightens instantly underneath of his gaze. She lifts her chin too, though she is much shorter than he is and there's no disguising it. Her dark, curly hair is scooped back from her face, but pieces have escaped here and there. She tucks them behind her ears (to no avail) before she answers, "No."

Not at all. She has no visible injuries, only old marks left behind. There is a particularly impressive scar on her upper lip, jagged and thick. "I'm new here," will be her explanation, "And I'm still findin' rooms I haven't been in yet! Thought it would be a good idea to know exactly which one is the infirmary."

You know. For emergencies. "Yourself? You're quite alright?"