The handshake may have not been firm, but he is recovering from massive trauma, so she doesn't pay attention to it. In a way he reminds her of some of the guys she left back in Northern Ireland - charmers, illusionists. She always did like Simon.

She picks up the info she needs from his chart and nods. "Me job, yeah?" Even though conversations aren't her job - that's a definite extra. "If yeh need anythin', and the night staff's not comin', just call up extension 4456, that's the lab. And enjoy the morphine, while yeh've got it."