"Dr. Kimbler." And with that she couln't help more of that concern from showing on her face, head tilting just a bit to punctuate her growing worry. Even the fan-like fins of her ears too were raised up attentively.

At Blues' slow reactions she could feel her own fingers twitch, quick to remove the one at his shoulder once he was safely seated. There as the itch she always got when someone looked miserable, the impatient desire to check them over with her magic and find the problem, sense it, with an efficiency that mundane diagnosis just couldn't achieve in so little time. But no, she had been at this long enough, and her personal rules of conduct were still the same. Most people didn't usually enjoy magic flooding their nervous system without warning, especially if they were sensitive to the sudden surge of energy.

"I'm here to help. Can you tell me what's wrong?" She says with a practiced calm. Then, more softly, "You look exhausted, no need to rush."