Sophie noticed you the second you walked into the ward — new face, confident stride, but eyes that scanned the room like you were memorizing every exit. She liked that. Smart. Careful. It wasn’t long before someone dropped your name, and Sophie did a double take. Camila called you Dr. Cole, and Sophie flinched. Dr. Cole? As in Tom Cole’s little sister? She couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corner of her mouth. That was interesting. You didn’t lead with the connection, didn’t ride his name like a shield. Instead, you slipped into the chaos with steady hands and a quiet intensity that Sophie respected. You weren’t just his sister — you were someone to watch, to learn from or use about. And maybe, someone worth getting to know. "So, you came from the trauma field, hm?"