Northern Irish, no less. But she doesn't seem to notice the quirked brow, only the slight smile. Eden's immune. But Eden's also not a stonewalling nurse, or Doctor Cameron. She hates being cooped up inside hospitals as much as the next sane person does.

She looks over his charts again, and thinks about it. "Yeh've got a real fuckin' number to heal up from. Can yeh even lift yehr soup spoon?" She flips through. "I'd say if yeh shut up and do what the bleeders tell yeh, and hope yehr body cooperates, yeh'll be out faster, but no guarantees. Cameron likes her shite done right the first time."