His aim worked well enough, though she made a strangled noise somewhere in the back of her throat when moving her supporting arm to catch on to some of the mass of sheets and blanket he'd tossed back on the bed. Consequently, she teetered with her balance off center, until she pulled on the sheets herself and slammed her fisted hand back onto the bed's surface. She caught her balance, determined, and distracted from the whole of his blushing for now.

Sure, she was indecent. It happened around here sometimes! Which she figured he knew, it just wasn't him usually having to deal with it. Hence at his not so suave announcement of his intentions with the nurses, Collette collected herself enough to smile. Her huff of laughter was brief and shallow. She didn't want to trigger an early coughing fit.

"Let 'em know you went all Caesar, Crocodile Wrestler for them. I'm sure they'll love that," she said, smiling in amusement as she envisioned the looks they'd give him. Her eyes traveled up to the ceiling, examining the light fixtures and the tiles. "And say I'm sorry. I'll tell them that, too, but I don't know if that won't happen again."

She resolved to herself it wouldn't, but it was an unknown, and frightening, factor.