[Adele spends what little time she's left to her own devices examining the tools and equipment available. Most was familiar, some was foreign, but there was a strange comfort to being in a setting similar to the hospitals where she once worked. She stood off to one side, hair bound back in a french roll, trench coat draped over one arm, and dressed in her usual almost uniformed off white button down and black slacks. Slim, petite, pale and worn with the approach of middle age and experience she is a slight dash of cream and blond against the background.
She turns at Law's approach and starts to offer her hand, pauses, and blinks up at him. For half a moment she has a mind to call bullshit and ask where the real Law is and rearrange her appointment for when he isn't so busy he has to send a nurse but...there is a familiarity in his manner. One of a surgeon that has worked long, hard, and well and not always succeeded. Something all surgeons had in common.
Adele finishes the guesture, offering her hand for a shake and manages a still puzzled smile.]
Doctor Law. I am honored to make your acquaintance Monsieur.
[Action, January 26th]
She turns at Law's approach and starts to offer her hand, pauses, and blinks up at him. For half a moment she has a mind to call bullshit and ask where the real Law is and rearrange her appointment for when he isn't so busy he has to send a nurse but...there is a familiarity in his manner. One of a surgeon that has worked long, hard, and well and not always succeeded. Something all surgeons had in common.
Adele finishes the guesture, offering her hand for a shake and manages a still puzzled smile.]
Doctor Law. I am honored to make your acquaintance Monsieur.