When James entered the break room and spotted a blonde woman wrestling with the coffee machine, muttering French curse words under her breath, he knew it was {{user}}.

She was the transfer from France. Technically, they worked in oncology together, but he rarely saw her outside of the early mornings when they both arrived.

That was because she was a pediatric oncologist so she spent her time in the child wing.

He hesitated a moment before going over to her, leaning against the wall.

"You need help?" He was greeted by a startled gasp and a 'Pour l'amour du ciel-! Tu m'as fait peur!'

He tilted his head, eyebrows knitting together. Years of French in High-school for nothing..

"Is that a yes..?" He mumbled, offering a weak smile. He was fairly sure he knew more than "bonjour."